It was like frosting - heavy frosting - on Tuesday morning after the storm blew through.
While it looked gorgeous, it broke off the main trunk to the lilac my grandfather planted. The enkianthus was nearly touching the ground and the birch hanging over it looked ready to snap.
I worked my way around the yard, trying to get snow off the critical pieces as the cold wind started to blow. I knew I needed to get as much weight off as possible to help some of the shrubs and trees get back into shape.
It seemingly worked. The cold descended, the wind blew and nothing looks too damaged, besides the poor lilac.
The sun through the beech branches was striking, but the overall scene was enough to take your breath away.
Seriously, it's lovely. But I think I've had enough of winter.