Growing up in rural Maine, winter was never complete without snow. One of my fondest
memories is of waking toward the pine trees in my backyard, their branches lowered to
the ground with the weight of new-fallen snow, in the morning sunshine. The crystals
seemed to glow from within when they caught the sunlight just right. Not only was it
beautiful to the eye, but a new winter wonderland had been created beneath the
boughs, perfect for children to explore. In this design, the snowflakes hang from each
bough of the tree, just like ice crystals glistening in the sun on a crisp winter morning in
Maine.
memories is of waking toward the pine trees in my backyard, their branches lowered to
the ground with the weight of new-fallen snow, in the morning sunshine. The crystals
seemed to glow from within when they caught the sunlight just right. Not only was it
beautiful to the eye, but a new winter wonderland had been created beneath the
boughs, perfect for children to explore. In this design, the snowflakes hang from each
bough of the tree, just like ice crystals glistening in the sun on a crisp winter morning in
Maine.
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