We call them Deer Trees, old orchard or wild apple trees that have persistant fruit. In the early winter deer flock to these to supplement their diet before the hard winter sets in. We even help our friends, the deer.
When I close my eyes, I can almost feel the snowflakes falling, melting on my face; their iciness warming my heart. Winter will always be a cherished season. I feel close to my Heavenly Father when I am surrounded by the silence of a snowfall.