Trilling

I thought our Adirondack snow peeping was complete but the snow had other ideas. With sun-warmed air after just-freezing days without wind, the lines of powdery snow along horizontal branches expanded 

and distended, looking for all the world like snakes in the trees. It's a loopy droopy wonderment, pretty rare, and apparently known as a snow garland. To me they seem like soundless songs of joy and praise.