To my delight, winter has returned. The snow started on Wednesday late afternoon and steadily fell through out the night. On Thursday, the "storm" left two inches but delightfully the flakes fell slowly and danced in the air.
January snow is my favorite but really any snow would be my favorite in that moment of time. Heavy snow with large flakes that fall straight down and melts upon walking. The frigid snow which squeaks a crunchy squeak. Snow that never stays idle but blows in drifts and circles, as an arctic air blows wind. Oh I love them all.
Yesterday's snow squalls were gentle, lilting, and ever so light. While I was outside capturing the beauty I listened to the squirrels chip chip away in the woods as well as spied shadows in the distant trees of deer walking and waiting for me to leave.
I've mentioned before that when I grab my camera, Frodo dances and twirls in excitement knowing that we are going outside and we are exploring. He stops when I stop. I snap photos and he looks off in the distance watching and waiting for whatever is out in the woods.