Freshly fallen snow

I woke sometime around 4am and went to the bathroom, still half asleep but startled by the brightness shining through the windows. No, it couldn’t be…could it?

I peered through the curtains, looked over the garden and confirmed my suspicion. Snow. Quite a lot of it.

There didn’t seem to be quite as much by the time we got up, but what there was looked awfully pretty.

The light was just right too. Of course, I grabbed my camera and took a few pictures before it changed.

I looked at where my Hero had walked to open the gate and thought of my Mum, who died eleven years ago yesterday.

“Life is like a field of freshly fallen snow. Be careful where you tread for every step will show”

Bless her x