Flakes are swirling through the
barren trees; eventually to cover the Allen Woods with a blanket of snow. The
correct weather conditions have converged in such a way that our area has
finally landed on the right side of the sleet/snow line.
Sometimes when you walk down the hill
among the trees, you can spot little deer prints in the snow. If you're really
lucky, you may happen upon a group of deer almost hidden among the trees.
There they are now......standing silently; so aware that you are nearby.
There is a sudden bustle in the
treetops as a couple of rambunctious squirrels perform death-defying leaps as
they play a game of sky tag among the upper branches. Blackie, the Allen cat,
is high-stepping gingerly behind me today, belly deep in the snow. She finally
reaches the path I've already made and so she follows me as I head down to the
creek. There the water flows slowly around little islets made of bent twigs,
reeds or ancient broken tree stumps now crowned with snow caps. In such snowy
weather, these islets stand out in stark contrast to the cold murky water - a
tableau that often goes totally unnoticed during the hot steamy days of summer.
But today, in the silence surrounding
me, the falling snow paints the landscape and signals that winter has come to
the banks of...