snowy day patterns

Below are random pictures taken on the last day of my friend N.'s visit. A certain repetitive type of pattern can often be so pleasing to me.

The lazy cedar rail fence at the bottom of my garden.

Deadfalls cut into firewood, the neatly stacked logs have a lovely rhythm to them.

An inviting peek into a rose garden hidden by the snow, through painted wrought iron gates in a tall cedar hedge.

Snow embroidering the top of an arbour outside the Sturgeon Point church.