While wind blew biting snow into my face I walked across fields and through the woods to see what nature had to offer. I kept going forward in the happy knowledge that the return trip would find the wind at my back, giving my face some respite.
The heavy wet snow stuck to tree branches, bending them toward the ground and holding them in place as the wind moved around gray trunks laying a cold white stripe on the windward side of each.
It was already noon yet I had not yet seen any tracks other than my own to mar the snow. I cautiously passed under the treehouse, its roof laden with extra pounds of wet snow. I didn't want this to be the moment it decided to let go of the giant dead tree to which it clung.
As I looked over the hill top into the community below I saw our pond, not quite frozen and empty of the neighbor's ducks that often visit, sifting its muddy edges for a meal.
Little stirred below. Only a few cars ventured up the highway, their drivers intent on whatever mission drove them out of their warm blanketed homes.
PS: I couldn't resist showing you this flock of turkeys in a persons yard that I passed yesterday. Where were they? You may not believe me, but they were on the aptly named Turkeyfoot Road.
Enjoy your day!