So while
Monica blogs about the riotous daffodils in London, I was greeted by the most beautiful snowfall of the year. The snow coated every branch of every tree like some artist had carefully applied fondant to a gingerbread scene. It was so warm most of the snow on the branches was gone by noon, but it was gorgeous while it lasted.
On many occasions I have sped through forests where every corner revealed a scene like the one in the photos above. In my mind, there is very little better than driving through snow covered woods, knowing you have a crackling fire, a soft bed, and someone you desire waiting for you at your destination.
