The view from the bedroom window shows a world iced with crystal and shrouded in mist.
I love taking photos of this yellow birch in the west field. So mysterious shrouded in fog.
I didn’t worry about all the perennials buried under three feet of snow all during the frigid month of February, but ice on the weeping cherry is definitely a worry.
I wonder how the wisteria feels about all the ice. Probably not happy.
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Brrrr, will this winter ever end?