Piles and piles of fresh snow in the garden today.

I keep taking photos of Viburnum buds almost every year, and it never gets old. I love the contrast between the vibrant pink and green of the buds and the stark white of the snow, and the tender softness of one and the sharp coldness of the other.



It’s also fascinating to see just how much snow can clump up and be supported on almost nothing. That seed head is almost all air, just a few thready, wispy stalks. If I tried to put things there and make them balance, I’d probably break the stalks and drop everything. But when fluff gets to settle there naturally, it works.