Across the street is a small pond that I can see outside my kitchen window. Every once in a while we'll catch a glimpse of a fox over there like we did yesterday.
Just look at the size of the cattails over there. At least I think that's what they are.
We decided to start walking over there to avoid the dust from passing cars while there's still so much sand on the roads. That's Henri over there on the shore dressed in black.
The pond is unsafe to walk on, so maneuvering the field requires using a whole new set of leg muscles. It's good to change it up now and then, right? Too often we become creatures of habit.
As evidenced by the fact that we went walking over there again today. Right before it started to snow really hard.
By the time we finished lunch the snow was starting to collect and so were the finches looking for food that Henri scatters inside our empty flower boxes.
Henri captured this sweet little creature for me while I was writing up this post.
Outside, as our front yard fills up with white . . .
Inside, our kitchen counter looks a bit more spring-like.
I'm thinking the winter has finally found it's way to our place this season after all. It seems as if just when we were getting used to the lack of snow, Mother Nature has decided it's time to change things up a bit too.