Saturday, 7 December 2013

It feels as if there's been a pause.  After that first dramatic and beautiful snowstorm the temperature had gradually crept a little higher, and the grey skies didn't drop anything more.  At Little Cataraqui there was still snow on the ground when we walked there on Friday, and the chickadees were hungry.




 At work I see this line of trees every time I get the tractor out of the hay barn, and every day they look a little different.  This snow's melted now, I'm just hoping the mud doesn't thaw until the spring.  We had enough of that already, thank you.


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