I am increasingly grateful whenever we see something resembling "real winter". We had that last week, and I loved it more than I expected.
On the days before and after the snowstorm, the temperatures were very cold - below 0°F when I awakened. For that reason, I was very surprised to see a flock of robins in our neck of the woods on the day of the snowstorm. They adorned this snow-laden tree as I approached, like ornaments on a Christmas tree. Then, every one of the robins except for this loner flew away.
On that first day of the storm, the sky was steel gray, and the snow was sticking to every branch.
If you touched a branch, a poof of snow exploded.
The next day was my favorite. It was coldest day of all making frost form all over Shyla's fur and my fleece. To the east, the sky was robin egg blue.
Remnants of the storm made the west less blue but still glorious - especially with a chocolate lab in the picture!
Shyla and I visited Angel K's favorite lookout. It's amazing to me how individual dogs are. K loved this spot, and Shyla doesn't. To make Shyla happier when we visit, we play some games that include hopping up on K's perch and then I quickly snap a photo before Shyla looks worried again. This photo is one of her more upbeat expressions.
Shyla has chosen her own special places in our forest where she loves to slow down and relax. This photo was in Shyla's favorite spot atop a big boulder outcropping. I don't think that K ever laid in this spot.
I need to reread this post next November because I always am bemoaning the end of my "favorite" time of year in that dark month. Truth be told, I do love the special beauty of winter. We have had far too little of it this year. Our biggest snowfall months start today so please let it snow!