Our first snow is always a delightful happening,
the air becomes very soft and still.
Our hills become pale ochre & white.
The birds seem to be coming from everywhere to find bits of rose hips to eat.
Even our old rooster pheasant, a solitary old man who we thought was gone, suddenly appeared in the old crab apple tree by the garden fence.
A comforting sight for me to see an old friend looking happy and content.