The snow today meant everything was layered in white. The air was very still so the snow stayed on the branches and became barely discernible against the white sky.
I was so lucky to have a reason to be able to experience this day at Wave Hill, which never looked lovelier.
A smaller-than-usual group of intrepid spinners came and brought colour into this whitest of days. We declared that the only thing missing was a fireplace next to which we could dry our skeins.