Winter has deftly cast its long shadow upon much of North America.
This photo was taken, just last week, on a bridge over the very frozen Salt Creek in Fullersburg Woods. I love how the shadows fell, on a rare sunny afternoon. Just below the steps to the frozen creek, where paw prints can be seen; a dog, perhaps, enjoyed a romp across the frozen mass. The banner, above, is Him and Herself, on the same bridge, waving to all of you.
It will take a long thaw before we have breakfast again in Penny’s Arbor House.
I took a trudge through the snow, just two days ago, up to my knees, past the vacant blue bird house, to the mighty pine tree that anchors our little acreage at its furthest point, then, with freezing fingers, turned back to look at our house, the mounds of plowed snow in the drive, the deer paths I crossed, and clicked a few more photos,
then trudged on back to warmth of home, passing the newer prairie section, where this determined lass, still frolicking, descends deeper and deeper into the white abyss. Today, only her head is showing. You will need to take my word on this, friend, for today I am settled indoors, leaving the snow trudging to the deer and the squirrels and the field fairies.