Her buds are ice-covered.
I stood leaning against her trunk and the crystals dropped around me like snow.
But beyond, the world was in sunshine.
Days like this are beautiful.
The frosty path to the poplar
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Dumb Dumb yahoo had put this post in my spam folder, so I'm just finding it midafternoon. Enjoying the journey to Poplar with my coffee and apple muffin. The photos are beautiful dear Crone. What a special time & place to be part of. The frost everywhere, and those cloud formations and the sun and the expansive open landscape and being with Poplar. Wow!