Snow in the magical garden...

Early this morning—big fluffy flakes appeared out of nowhere. Ashen speckles of snow the color of the sky, drifted down in a slow dance; like magic before my eyes. Flurries sheltered the dull landscape in fantastical designs as a low mist meandered through the garden like lost ghosts.

The empty garden...

Such beautiful feelings bring the snow in you. Yes, ‘feelings’, because one must feel things first in order to know them, or see them. And thus, feeling the snow in some mysterious place deep down in my soul, I go out—fairytales growing in my heart.

I wonder if perhaps I’m in another place. Snow does that to you, you know. You see things in a different way, the familiar and dear disappear and before your very eyes emerges this enchanted world; a world somewhat distorted and strange, yet ever so alluring and enchanting.

 Secret garden door...

It's like walking in some strange land, a place never seen before… even I, am not the same person I was minutes before. I’m someone else walking in some enchanted forest made out of icicles and trees and tree branches of twinkling stars. There are fairies and goblins in the midst, and you look at them and wonder whether these creatures have always been here or, if perhaps, the giant Father Time had them frozen from the dawn of time and just now had placed them here to tease the eye and make you believe in things that are not.

 

Is like escaping through some magical door. A door hidden from the world, except you know is there—behind the old roses, just at the edge of the garden. You walk on this enchanted snowy forest and, not so far from where you stand is the wolf—white as snow and towering above the bushes; beside him, a wee baby lamb. Leopards and goats, lambs and lions and little children play together in perfect harmony. Hard to believe? Well, you must remember: If you find yourself brave enough to visit this place, you must first convince yourself that truly awesome things can, and will happen. For dreams do come true. Sooner or later, they do come true.

Oh no I'm not going mad... no no. Bizarre maybe, even ridiculous at times, but certainly not mad.  That’s just how things are around here when it snows and you go out into a garden thought to be enchanted and then wander through it with all your senses awaken to the mysteries of unseen realms.

The herb border, swirling with snow flurries...

Guardian angel in the snowy garden...

Faded glories of past summers...

A snow-blasted old swing laced with a collar of winterberries and juniper

And creepy feathery creatures too...

Snow-caped berries

Birds in the kitchen...

A snowy web of winter perennials...

Entrance to the snow blanketed garden...

OK, would you like to come through the Magic Door with me? With your imagination there's so much we can see. Oh I think I just saw something… over there behind those bushes by the Magic Door. Is that you? 

You can't come by today?  No worries.  The sky is turning cotton candy pink... it will snow again tomorrow.

See you then?

Linking to: Time Travel