Whatever else the winter brings, it already has set a January standard for aesthetically magnificent snowfalls.
This is a personal observation, but the mega-storm this week topped them all. I can't recall one that has enchanted the landscape more.
Usually, snow that sticks to trees will descend in homely globs the morning after the snow stops.
Not this time. It's almost as though the thick white layers were applied with an adhesive. Our best guess is that this time around the effect resulted from heavy, soggy flakes falling in light winds in the first round of snow Wednesday morning.
The rain and freezing rain that followed added density to the cover, so that when the winds picked up, the snow held on and became a magnet for the new batch of flakes.
Our son noted quasi poetically that some of the trees look like yogurt pretzels. Okay, not Dylan Thomas, but not bad.
What we've seen around here does bring to mind the Welsh poet and the description of snow in his wonderful "A Child's Christmas in Wales."
He described a snow that "came shawling out of the ground and swam and drifted out of the arms and hands and bodies of the trees."
Dylan Thomas might not spring to mind while you're shoveling, but do take a break and look around.