I had an extraordinary weekend hiking up to the clouds in the Catskills. I had never hiked through snow before but it turned out to be one of the most beautiful, satisfying hikes I had ever been on. When I reached the peak, all breathless and red-cheeked, the trees were bare, the sky was blue, and the snow was a perfect, untouched white. I didn't feel cold at all.
These ferns were so pleased with themselves. Like two miniature trees in an open field. I don't know that I've ever seen snow so soft and pure.
I spent the weekend in the mountains, too -- the Poconos. I skied hard, but not as many days as I wanted to. The spirit was willing, the body was weak. (I got sick.) But it sure was beautiful.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous!
ReplyDeletejust beautiful,thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI keep waiting for it to snow here! Beautiful picture.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds heavenly! I long for snow but we've only received a little dusting. Thanks for your beautiful picture!
ReplyDeleteCatherine Denton