The 'back field', as we call it, features prominently in our daily routine. Deer are often at the edge of the trees in the evening (I'm asking you very politely, deer, to not eat my tulips in a few months - thanks) and it's just nice to rest one's eyes on a field, you know? Several times a day, you'll find one of us or another looking westward, seeing what there is to see. And the view is always just a bit different than last time. Yesterday as snow was falling quickly and blowing sideways, the treeline was completely obscured. This was taken just a few minutes ago after I finished up a bit of shovelling.
I also spied a bit of nature's velcro, waiting to hitch a ride on someone's pantleg, or fur. There is so much beauty in the winter, and I love how subtle and still it is.
Thanks so much for all of the sweet comments on my last post - it's difficult to put into words quite how my brain works, but it's good exercise, I've decided.