Was the first snowfall once cause for excitement? Was it a reason to gaze out of the window, entranced by magical dreams of winter beauty? Face it, gurl, you live in a country where this stuff will haunt you for about six months every year. First times for anything can be magical, mysterious, memorable, or miserable. Snow or not, a walk outside always does me good. Here are a few surprises from yesterdays slog through the slush
These creatures emerge in my local park. Never see them in summer!
Of course tamer creatures show up too. This chubby bird might have a hard time with lift off.
By the time I met my goal of 10k steps evening was making its early appearance. Fruit, snow and streetlight – quite the combination
Of course one can always opt for the basics. This one is a classic, a witness to wet mitts and calls for hot chocolate!
I like Boxing Day. There’s a relaxed feel to it that suits me. Walking through the park close to my home I noticed a group of turkeys. This is the first year I’ve seen in our park. It’s a true city park and I really wonder how they came here. There are big boulevards that surround it so I can’t imagine them crossing over. Two true city dogs were looking at them without even barking or tugging at the leash. I certainly wasn’t going to get too close. I preferred the company of this guard cat, sitting up on the parapet of the pond.