It was that perfect kind. The type that makes the best snow balls and sled runs. I wondered which of the 'fifty words' I would use to best describe it.
'Picturesque through the wardrobe kind' where a white witch's wand could be imagined, left carelessly upon a sleigh behind the frozen crab apple?
Or the soft steps of Satyrs or Fauns awakening frozen fairy bells, as their hooves crackle, compressing a thousand snowflakes into the shape of a footprint.
From the branches, Aslan's little helpers watched on.
Extra hungry on days such as these, so seconds and thirds were provided.
Quite a covering for this old westerly part of the world.
And although the primroses are beginning to bloom. I have to admit that I would welcome another day of this winter world before the Spring arrives.
You can join me on a walk during my snow day, shared in the video below :)