We call it "ispanakli yogurt" - spinach with yogurt - that first, light sprinkling of the season's snow. One can still see the sharp spikes of green grass sticking out of the lacey white layer - a prelude to a lot more, in store, to descend when it wills.
When I woke up on Christmas morning, I found my world blanketed in spinach with yogurt snow.
The English ivy, that starts its climb anew every spring, was sprinkled with it.
The ground was covered in green and white.
The branches of the mock orange blossom, abandoned by their leaves and blooms long ago, were adorned with sparkling ice crystals - blending into the misty December morning.
Rooftops and shrubs were dusted, supporting it as if it were cotton candy.
The balm for upheaved spirits - plenty of peace and beauty ~
Pine branches were mapped with it.
Solitary berries stood out proudly~
~ while finer brances supported intricate labyrinths~
~ and furry friends left their paw marks in it.
Lights sparkled, reflecting the peace and subdued beauty of the season.
First snow of the year is always special for me.
Photo Credits: F. Atalay ©2011
Füsun Atalay ~ Copyright © Will of my Own - 2011