I love how snow transforms the ordinary world. I couldn't stay inside another second. I put on boots and a heavy coat and walked around the yard. I could see the bones of my garden, and I wondered how many secrets it would reveal. What would bloom and when?
While I refilled the bird feeders, I noticed that the neighbor's children had built a snowman. What a joyful sight.
As I trudged along, I was entranced by hoof-prints in the snow. They crossed my yard and stopped in a woody thicket.
I continued to explore.
No prints on the far side of the house. Just dappled light and a blue-blue sky.
More hoof prints.
The deer paused a moment on the hill, then loped into the woods.
The same view one day later.