There has been copious amounts of snow lately.
So much that I had to shake my Amur maple to get up our front path. Because if I hadn’t, this kind of thing would surely happen.
The snow is wet and heavy due to the near zero temperatures. It is sticking to everything.
And it isn’t stopping for a while yet. The skies remain grey for miles and miles.
It is slow slogging where foot paths have yet to compress the new snow.
But it is so beautiful I have to keep stopping and taking it all in…
The evergreens are shrouded and weighted down. Why do I think of this image?
By the end of our walk, my jacket is open and my mitts are off. It looks like winter but it feels like spring.