The more it snows…Tiddly pom
The snow is white and crisp and stays there. Our neighbour uses his snow machine. I marvel at this. Who would have thought about a machine that shoveled snow. I like the smell of it. [The snow, not the machine!] The sound of the crunch under foot when you walk. So much for trying to walk soundlessly. At least you can see the animal tracks. Now I easily see where they’re living. And it is a good thing we’re not dependent on trap-lines.