We spent a lot of time with the color white this past weekend. Neighbors set up tripods, taking smiling family photos with shovels and snow piles.
Sounded like a good idea.
But after the exhausting effort that is required with moving almost 3 feet of snow that came in one day, I won’t share the photos I took.
The second floor windows are covered with drifted roof snow, obstructing our view of the glistening under a full moon.
I couldn’t really capture that anyway.
The 8 foot piles created by the snowplows at every intersection…not photo-worthy.
The stretch of untouched snow on our corner lot sidewalk that even the most aggressive snow blower could not tackle…will not be shown here.
The local roadside park that would have been so lovely to contrast with “before and after” blizzard shots…left for another day.
Today, I want to show a winter flower.
This is the white camellia. We had about 30 bushes of them in our yard in the South. They come in a variety of colors; pinks, reds, and glorious white.
It was a delight for we who transplanted from points north to discover this beautiful rose-like beauty that blooms all winter long.
This morning, I truly miss them.