This morning I woke to find a scattering of snow had arrived in the night. I went out to take a few pictures, and was drawn to an old tree stump out back. A shelf fungus and clumps of moss held the new snow so prettily. The stump breaks down more season by season, and these organisns have found their home, albeit a chilly one now.

Nature always seems to know her own boundaries though, what a thing can take and what it can’t. I admire the ones that can take a lot and still go on, enduring.