I had an extraordinary weekend hiking up to the clouds in the Catskills. I had never hiked through snow before but it turned out to be one of the most beautiful, satisfying hikes I had ever been on. When I reached the peak, all breathless and red-cheeked, the trees were bare, the sky was blue, and the snow was a perfect, untouched white. I didn’t feel cold at all.
These ferns were so pleased with themselves. Like two miniature trees in an open field. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen snow so soft and pure.