Although I hadn’t expected a snowstorm in late April, it had its upside after the storm when I wandered around the campground with my camera. What struck me as most interesting weren’t the wide vistas with white fields and tall trees but the branches heavy with snow.
The snow outlined bare branches on this tree, with ice beneath the branches as the snow melted then froze.
And some branches can hold more snow than others! This almost looks like a balancing act, there is so much weight on each of the thin branches.
By Sunday morning, the snow was melting quickly and the green sprouts on the trees were stretching towards the weak sunlight. By Sunday night, most of the snow was gone, and only memories remained.
“The snow itself is lonely or, if you prefer, self-sufficient. There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only.”
Joseph Wood Krutch
I’m glad you decided to enjoy the storm! It sounds like you were well prepared (which is key) and I hope it was beautiful while it lasted. We are missing you back in SoCal!
I miss you guys, too. Did you see the three people in the One-Year anniversary picture? Soggy Dry Lake made the cut 🙂
“The Secret Life of Trees” is a great book for reading about how trees “feel,” adapt to dealing w/things like snow, etc. Your comments made me think of that book.
Beautiful. Made me think a bit about grief. After the storm of some traumatic event has passed, and the initial shock wears off, the heart feels heavy, weighed down, like those snow covered branches.
With time, and love, just as the snow eventually begins to melt, the pain and sadness begins to run out, and the heart begins to reach outward again, like those small, green leaf buds, reaching for the sky.