Woke up this morning to find it had snowed in the night! Not much really but enough, for all my mature years, to get a little excited. Here are a few photographs I took of the gardens at Aberglasney when I arrived at what is the final day of my current exhibition. It is quite remarkable how even a light dusting of snow completely alters one's perception of a space or landscape.
I Love the snow, the crumpling snow,
That hangs on everything,
It covers everything below
Like white dove's brooding wing,
A landscape to the aching sight,
A vast expanse of dazzling light.
It is the foliage of the woods
That winters bring - the dress,
White Easter of the year in bud,
That makes the winter spring.
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