Snow Dusted Topiary Trees
Snow is the ultimate transformative blessing. Within a night, it etches twig and berry, cottons shrub and lawn, and swallows every sound into the hush of a midwinter’s dream. We awaken to a world where familiar haunts become terra incognita (unknown land). This morning at Ladew Topiary Gardens in Monkton, Maryland, I find myself in such a place.