Scenes from a Snowy Playground

We woke this morning to another snowy scene. Light fluffy stuff this time, not the heavy-duty storm variety. Shelby County reported fourteen inches of snow after the first go, but I don't know how they knew for sure after it swirled around in the wind for so long.

It was so beautiful on Thursday -- the air was so rich and clear -- that we walked around and discovered the lay of the land in winter. It drifts high around the house and close to the fence line.

We didn't find deer tracks, but the rabbits were coming out of the woodwork. There was a path coming around the granary that rivaled the Oregon Trail.

The snow plow finally got around to us Thursday afternoon, and Dave and I were doing the happy dance in the window. If the operator saw us, he must have thought we'd succumbed to cabin fever. It funny because we didn't really want or need to go anywhere, but it was the idea we couldn't.

He didn't clear the dirt road to our west and it's kind of nice to have a private drive. More people use that road than I would have believed, and they pop up over the hill pretty fast. So for awhile we don't have to worry about being surprised.