Last weekend we had one of those almost magical snowfalls where the flakes come down ever so softly, and then looks like piles of glitter on the ground. The thought of a walk in our favourite woods was just too irresistible. We layered up and headed out for a brisk walk through the trails.
Whiskey was on high alert the entire time. There are so many interesting sounds when you get into the thick of it. You can’t hear any cars or people, but you can hear animals rustling, branches snapping, and that quiet hush of snow.
Even Whiskey had to layer up, with a hoodie and his winter coat my mom made him. It’s been so chilly lately that he even wears this in the house sometimes.
After a loop through the trails, we ventured over to our community garden from the summer. We never got around to pulling out all the plants, and covering it in plastic before the snow came. The second that we get a bit of melting, I’m going to go over and work on it. It’s hard to believe that it’s only been 3 months since we pulled out the last of our measly harvest.
Whiskey was a curious pup, as always. He must have thought that Garrett was pointing out a squirrel or a piece of cheese that required his attention.
I am not the biggest fan of cold weather, but I do have to admit that getting out to do some physical activity in freshly fallen snow like this can actually be okay…or dare I say, even enjoyable.