It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.
The woods behind our house. A winter wonderland!
The Hemlock is laden with snow and many branches are leaning on the lattice room.
This Maple didn't fare well....several large branches broke off. I think it's weakened from the huge amount of caterpillars that devoured it this past summer.
|Red Maple tree in the front of the house|