tree-hug on february 7

A warm-bark tree-hug this morning while a gentle snow fell.

I was drawn to a lovely tree-maiden with raised arms welcoming the crystal-gifts from the heavens.

A rugged bark-mountain range waited patiently for its snow-caps to arrive.

An elegantly dressed tree-lady hurried off to take her pet tree-dragon for a walk.

Snow-salad was being served at the stylish mushroom-cafe.

And just as I spotted the tree-hunter high above me gunshots rang out from a distant gun club.  True story.  Message:  We are in magical winter-times.  Embrace what you can only experience this time of the year.  Dress warmly and step out to receive your precious gifts from nature.  Peace