While snowstorms are my favorite winter weather events, I don’t always get what I want. Such was the case today. Only a few days ago, as I checked Weather Underground for updates, it looked like we’d receive 4-6 inches of snow. But, the closer the day drew, the lesser the snow amount and more the chance for mixed precipitation.
Such mixed precip brings its own frosty coating, layering branches with icy crystals.
Even the springy look of the sheep laurel was enhanced by its temporary trimmings.
While the goldenrod appeared to shout out its name despite its winter form.
And steeplebush found a couple of friends offering support among the sensitive fern fronds.
The day’s glaze outlined the wavy margins of withering witch hazel leaves still holding fast.
And my world slowly transformed. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to watch the changes occur.
As for the backyard birds, they just kept coming, from goldfinches to . . .
white-throated sparrows,
juncos,
and more juncos,
Mr. cardinal . . .
and the Mrs.,
plus a male hairy woodpecker,
and any number of bluejays.
There were more visitors as well, including a purple finch, a couple of chickadees, and a flock of turkeys. All, like these bluejays, studied either the feeders or the seeds I’d spread on the ground . . . contemplating I suppose.
And then making a choice. Over and over again.
As the day wore on, the icicles grew longer and last summer’s hydrangea flowers glowed below their frozen outwear.
In the morning, the white pine needles sported only a thin layer of ice.
But by the afternoon, they began to sag beneath the weight of their heavy blankets.
The bristly points of marcescent red oak leaves grew into long rounded fingers dangling below.
Yesterday’s flower brackets looked more like a cluster of tiny bioluminescent jellyfish today.
It was a day of constant change creating its own beauty.
Periodically, like me, the goldfinch checked on the weather.
As the ice turned to sleet and then rain, he and I both knew that winter still reins.
Each picture was more beautiful than the one before. I marvel how you find beauty each and every day. Thank you LS. xoxo
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I think the thing is, BS, the beauty finds me. I’m always thankful for the opportunity to see it.
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Oh and the male cardinal on his birthday! Dad would just Love it! And of course Mom as well. hehe
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I know! I was thinking the same thing. HB to D!
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