We were supposed to get a weekend full of snow (from Thursday to Monday) but it seemed to come down all at once on Wednesday. We ventured out on Sunday afternoon and I found these dried hydrangea flowers at Beechwood Cemetery. They were so delicate and well-preserved, like ancient parchments.
I could hear birds chirping and woodpeckers in the trees, which had a special meaning to me here. I couldn’t see them, but I could feel their presence.