Snugly tucked under the blanket of expected snow last week, when we wake with the mist in the morning a silence is so loud and deafening. The crystals shine on the surface as it begins to freeze once again, the plastic snow shovel becoming redundant unless I want to add it to the broken tool department in the shed.
Our poor dogs suffering, less places for them to walk, exhaustively I try to dig out snow paths around their usual hangout spots. Able to walk them more often outside our perimeter along our half snow-cleared traffic-less road to compensate.
Still not a time to relax, wood to chop bravely in the cold with my favourite torn and finger-less gloves and our cow manure mixture application to the inside stone wall to smudge on. All fun.