Although scraping the car in the morning is a pain in the ass and driving to nursery and then work will be quite troublesome, I actually like mornings like this one. My fingers are still cold despite having been inside for five minutes and I need to change my socks. I love the sound of new snow, the feel of it underfoot; not so deep that it doesn’t take a huge effort, like walking on a mountain, but walking through the grass like this is great. Following the animal tracks, rabbit, dogs, something else. Too small for a deer, and I haven’t seen one up here in years. Not dog like enough for a fox either, and not a badger, maybe a giant one legged rabbit.
Snow highlights nature, shows it off. Gives it a light that even when the sun is still hours from coming up, illuminates the world all around. And it still is white and shining from the window now it’s nearly bedtime. This afternoon in the height of the sun, the orange of our fire glowed warmer and more lucent than usual. It took quickly, the wood we found dead and dry and near smokeless and perfect. Heightened my afternoon ten-fold and made the approach to the hills all the more attractive and exciting.