It began in the night...
...a gentle snow that draped each nook, flower and leaf
in an icy coating of white.
By morning, a soft blanket encased even the berries on the door.
The birdbath was a transluscent sphere.
Snow shrouded each log on the woodpile.
The garden gate was draped in frothy mounds.
The hemlock branches bowed low under their icy burden.
Andromeda leaves bore a pristine crystal mantle.
Feline guests came to the door on frosty paws.
The Scare Lady had a dusting of icing sugar on each sleeve.
Garden shed windows sported wind-swept drifts of frost flowers on each pane.
And behind closed doors, the tea kettle steamed.