Our forest, early this morning.
Ruth jumps for joy when she sees how much snow has piled up.
Tracking the red squirrel who raids the bird feeders.
Ruth and Jewel chased each other around their fence yard in the snow, a blur of black and white. Now they're napping soundly.
The snow keeps falling--sometimes heavily, sometimes lightly. We probably have 6 inches on the ground, I expect at least an inch or two more by the end of the day.