I’ve been writing. A lot. I’m working on The Wolf Book, but also…
…a Kindle Vella project. A series of stories. More on that in a future post.
For now, I’ll let my local landscape – and my dogs – provide the content for this post, illustrating how quickly the scenery changes in this “shoulder season.”
On November 17th I awoke to four inches of fresh snow. Oh boy!
This morning – after a day of warm temperatures and rain yesterday – the snow was mostly gone. Insert sad emoji here.
An hour after the dogs and I finished our walk, it started snowing again. Yay!
And so it goes, as autumn and winter argue over which season gets to dominates the landscape.
First, let me show you the snowy landscape. So pretty!
It’s deer hunting season now, so we stick to the open fields, and Conall is once again wearing his Do Not Hunt Me vest.
Two days after the joy of all that snow, this soggy, partially-frozen, but mostly bare-of-snow landscape emerged. Beautiful in its own way, especially where ice was forming.
These photos provide a glimpse into why, when I decided to leave Idaho, I knew I needed to land in a place with four distinct seasons. Okay, maybe six, or eight seasons, if you count the shoulder/mud seasons in fall and spring, and the fake autumn and fake spring. But seriously, to be able to watch the seasons transition across a landscape? A joy and a privilege.
Everything changes, if you pay attention.
It’s never boring.
Feature image: following the boys as they set their own tracks in the glittering snow on the morning of November 17, 2021.