Normally I'd be bit**ing and complaining about winter, but today I have to change my tune.
The snow is the perfect consistency for snowballs and snowmen....not too dry so that it crumbles, and not so moist that it gets your gloves wet. Overhead, the sun is shining brilliantly. I can hear kids playing outside of my office. There's lots of giggles and shouts.
In the few spare minutes that I had free today, I walked down to the end of the lane (garbage day, don'tcha know) and admired the beauty. A deer or two meandered across the yard, cutting from the woods on the west to the few trees and pasture on the east. One set of prints must have belonged to a buck, because they were pretty good size and spread far apart.
I swear that I saw mountain lion tracks.....or maybe the St. Bernard or Mastiff that live in the neighborhood came nosing around. The tracks were HUGE! (I know, I know; there are no mountain lions in central Illinois!)
What a lovely winter day.
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