But, Boy, Is that a Pretty Picture!
When it snows here in Grundy, the flakes cling to every tree twig, limb, and leaf. They stick to the rock crevices on all the mountain outcroppings. They cap the fence pickets, bird feeders, and flower pots.
As you look out, you swear you are living in a white cloud. Few things are quite as lovely as snow in the Appalachian Mountains.