Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. When the snow falls gently, when there’s no wind and now storm, the crab apple tree hold the snow as it piles up on each and every branch. We live in Washington State, but if you’re from North Dakota, like me, it’s something seldom seen because the wind almost always blows in North Dakota. So looking at this tree with piles of snow is a real treat and, to me, beautiful.
Gentle snowfall blankets the ground in a white, fluffly blanket that is fun to walk in, whether a person or a dog. Cats are not impressed. I hope our snow falls gently this season.
This photo is from 2017, the year we did not have many crab apples due to early pruning by the city. Our trees are on the boulevard by the street, so they belong to the city who cares for them. We were surprised about it, though, and delighted that the years since we’ve had an abundance of crab apples to feed the wildlife who need the food in autumn and winter.
Poetry
Snow Fall
Look at the maze
Sheri Edwards
the white frosted twists
the sudden turns
of snow piled high
as the snow falls
in gentle flakes
of shining crystals
on the crab apple tree.
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