Snowfall in March

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There’s something about snow that seems so magical. It covers the earth in this silent and glistening blanket. Although I am not a huge fan of cold weather, I do love a good snowfall. The kind you wake up to and it seems to make the earth quieter. It’s one thing I miss about living in the mountains.

Recently, my little corner of the earth received a hefty dose of beautiful snow and I told my husband we were going outside to play in it later. He may have been reluctant at first (he’s from California where the sun is always shining) but once we were in it with the pups, his hesitation melted away. We grabbed our camera and released the hounds (our two dogs) and had a merry time photographing this rare occurrence of this weather in March and where we live.

Below are the photos. As you can see, we wore our fancy plaid 🙂

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Black are my steps on silver sod;   
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;   
And tree and house, and hill and lake,   
Are frosted like a wedding-cake. ~ Robert louis Stevenson

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Like Brooms of Steel  
The Snow and Wind  
Had swept the Winter Street ~ Emily Dickinson

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Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
  That does not bite so nigh ~ William Shakespeare

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An Enchantment with the Edwardian Era

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You may have heard the term, “Old Soul.” Typically it’s used to describe a person that is wise beyond their years, has one foot in the past or celebrates history in some kind of way. Buzzfeed has a great checklist for signs you’re an old soul which you can read here (I said yes to some of these; can’t say I didn’t partake in a party phase in my twenties 😉 ).

If you’ve perused my blog you may have gathered that I’m kind of an old soul. I love history and feverishly can’t get enough of anything between the late 1800s up until the 1940s. It’s who I am and I’ve had a love for all things historical for a long time.

I bought an Edwardian blouse from Wildfell Hall Vintage a few months ago. She is delicate and I knew she deserved another spot in the limelight. So what better way to give her this than a photo shoot?! So I talked to my friends of And How! Imaging and we made some Edwardian magic.

Check out the photos from our recent photo shoot where we channeled my inner-Gibson girl. 🙂

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A precious, mouldering pleasure ‘t is
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore;
A privilege, I think

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Because I could not stop for Death–
He kindly stopped for me– 
The Carriage held but just Ourselves– 
And Immortality

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Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sun-light lazily lay

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By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright

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“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
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