Snow, snow, snow. Too bad I don't ski. (Not really, as although I have nothing but admiration for people who are brave enough to deliberately strap slippery planks to their feet and hurtle headlong down snowy mountains, I don't regret not being one of them.)

I'm more the snow-ambler type, content to wander, follow animal tracks, take pictures, make snow people, let it fall in my hair, that sort of thing. I'm not compelled to shovel it, although I will clear the sidewalk and sprinkle birdseed so the cardinals and chickadees have an easier time finding food. I always track snow into the house, too. Not sure why, but it tickles me to do it. Maybe because the cats think it's dreadful.

So for now there's a gentle little snowgirl standing by the pond, sort of wearing a snowcloak and watching the deer wander through.

Happy January.