Day 329 (or Day 1,644 if one should count the day last Feb. 15 when, with cold sodden feet, we turned around before having reached the summit of our hilltop, as my son insists I should do.)
Millie was silly and cut all kinds of capers in the snow.
As though she had never seen snow before.
Surely there's something hiding underneath.
It was definitely a monochrome kind of day. There seemed to be only two colors ~ black and white~ if those really are colors at all.
The farther we walked the harder the snow fell. The Cannon I had brought along was getting wetter with each step.
Even the water had no color today.
The snow was not as deep near the pond. Wasn't it somewhere back in Junior High that we learned about bodies of water and their effects on climate?
The snow was flying when we walked the meadow trails. I was wearing two pairs of wool socks, and it was here that the outer pair decided to eat up the inner pair. I limped on. I wondered if Millie's feet were getting cold.
Of course, the old cow puncher was putting out hay for the cattle. To see them following after the tractor always makes me think of "The Pied Piper." I wonder if kids today even know that old tale.
The cattle had trampled the snow here on this part of the trail, having taken refuge from the snow in the woods.
Dot paused just long enough for a picture before going on to the hay.