A magical event

The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found? ~J.B. Priestley

For those of us who've lived most of our lives in the South, snow is indeed magical.  We experienced that enchantment the morning after Christmas about five years ago.  My husband and I were sleeping on the pullout sofa in the sun room while our adult children, who were home with their spouses. were occupying the bedrooms.  We awoke to find snow falling outside the windows all around us.  It was magic - until the children had to leave and drive on the snowy roads.
This magical snowfall began Saturday afternoon as I was preparing to decorate Christmas cookies with one of my 3 yr. old grandsons. ( I have three 3 yr. old grandsons!)

It continued to snow into the evening and it was, as the anonymous saying goes, "like kisses from heaven."  Big fat flakes that stuck to the grass and trees but melted on the roads.  

Earlier in the day, before the snow, I took pictures of my daughter and her family in the garden for their Christmas card.  The red and white of the hot lips salvia made a niee backdrop.  Following the photo session, my grandson wanted to gather flowers for a bouquet.  We wandered around the garden and found an amazing number of blooms.  They're a little wilted two days later, but still pretty enough for a picture.

Then, within an hour, the snow began to fall.  I didn't get out to take pictures until the following morning when some of the snow had melted, but it was still beautiful.

While the snow fell Christmas music was playing on the stereo, including this favorite of mine from James Taylor's Christmas album.

"Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand." 

Henry David Thoreau