In my post yesterday the whirling snow from Saturday's storm left little to the imagination. Yesterday was an entirely different story. The sun shone brightly on the white glistening landscape that reflected back its surroundings. The old oak in my yard spread her branches on the blanket of white.
The icicles hanging precariously from the dripping gutter left their image on the gray clapboard siding of the house.
The dormant wisteria vines watched themselves in the puddled water of ice melting on the hottub cover.