I've been a bit of a slug this winter, preferring hibernation to exercise. (Wait - do snails hibernate? Apparently they do.) Weeks of gloomy weather, plus a three-week January virus (not Covid, thank God), were major contributors to my general desire for sleep and slothfulness. But a new month is upon us, the virus has receded, and the sun has shone for several days now, so yesterday I put on my winter boots and sallied forth into the great outdoors.
I wasn't the only one on the trails:
Along the edge of a field, winter winds had carved the snow into sandlike ridges:
These fascinating tracks reminded me of a lacy crochet edging:
This tiny treasure was hiding in a deer's hoofprint:
At the prairie restoration project, dried flowers caught the rays of the setting sun:
Then it was farewell to the happy trails, and homeward bound for supper.
It's good to be walking (and blogging) again.
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In other news, there's a new pattern in the works; I hope to release it later this week. Here's a sneak peek:
Happy Monday to you all!
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