We expect snow in January. When it covers our rural landscape in pristine white, we can appreciate the beauty, in spite of the inconvenience.
The wedding chapel on our farmstead seems appropriately dressed in white as two thousand weddings have been held in its diminutive interior and surrounding garden. Although white is traditional, brides prefer the flowers and green grass of June over January’s snow and cold temperatures.
I walked the farmstead snapping a few pictures, before the snow loses its untouched perfection. For this glorious moment, the chapel sits like a cake topper on whipped cream frosting.