Last Friday we drove out to the hermitage in a howling blizzard, with no visibility and icy conditions on the highway. Just as we got there the storm ended.
Winter has filled the woods and covered the lake with a thick blanket of snow.
The little god of the birdfeeder looked a little cold.
When the sun came out, so did the snowshoes.
And off we trudged into the forest.
The woods were lovely, dark and deep. (Thanks, Robert)
But we had promises to keep.
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