Yesterday, for most of the morning, it was spitting snow, as we Mainers like to say. It fell softly on the trees and the yard.
It frosted our shovel, which we keep handy by the front door.
It frosted the fallen down tip of a branch
and a crow’s beak.
It frosted a beech leaf
and the top of our bird feeder, where this chickadee can stay dry while eating.
Winter can be soft and hard at the same time.