The first fall of snow is not only and event, but it's a magic event.
You go to bed in one kind of world and wake up to find yourself in another quite different,
and if this is not enchantment,
then where is it to be found? J.B. Priestley
Ok I know this is not the first fall of snow, but i love this poem and couldn't wait to share it.
My iron bench outside my back door. Notice I didn't take my pillows in before winter? I like the way they add a little bit of color under the snow.
My antique wicker planter full of greens