Snowflakes that fell the previous night, strewn about my garden like confetti, are starting
to dissipate in the touch of the early morning sun.
“…isn’t it a wonderful morning? The world looks like something God had just imagined for his own pleasure, doesn’t it? Those trees look as if I could blow them away with a breath-pouf! I’m so glad I live in a world where there are white frosts, aren’t you?…”
~Anne (Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery)