Sunday Walk

As cold as it is we know it will only get colder still. So we bundled up and headed out just to the local nature area by us. It wasn't a long walk, a little over an hour, but it was out and about and a little exercise. There was still a touch of snow on the ground. So pretty.

A touch of ice on the branches.

A peaceful meander through snow-covered trees though the path is still clear.

A touch of colour still present in the new bareness of the trees.

And a few berries still on the bushes.

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
― Lewis Carroll