Piles of rocks
Piles of logs
branches piled up
The stream is frozen
Five lines of tracks from the woods
making a beeline for the bird feeder
Must be the pheasants
Huge prints all over the garden
leaping about the garden in search of juicy nibbles.
Icy snowline atop the woodpile.
Tennis balls iced solid are still playthings for rusty pups.
The sun has come out for three days now.
Thank you for that.
This has been a snow story winter.