I remember snowy winters, ice skating on frozen ponds, and igloos made out of snow. Igloos you crawl into to sit with your best friend and hide from the wind.

I still have a fondness for snow. Not like the snows we had when I was growing up in Michigan , but the snow that falls silently in the night when you least expect it.

The cornflower blue sky cradled the moon in the morning light.

And the garden sat with silent beauty covered with a dusting of powdered sugar.

The purple berries of Callicarpa (Beautyberry) shine like jewels against the fresh fallen snow.

Soon the fall leaves holding onto the Fothergilla shrub will let go of their grasp letting us know winter is here.

Full disclosure: I’m usually the photographer for my blog posts, but on this morning I was making oatmeal and I asked my husband if he would take my camera when he went out to feed the birds and squirrels. I love his photos; he has the creative ability to capture moments that are works of art.