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Ramble with Storm: Beauty beyond art & plowing a nose in snow

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Mulling things on my morning ramble with Storm, the family's mixed Lab.


Some mornings are richer than others.

We rambled down the porch steps into a white wonderland this morning. Thick heavy snow weighed down branches, evergreens and bushes.

It was just beautiful.

It has been a long time since we had this much clinging wet snow.

I didn't even bother counting the mourning doves this morning, they were so thick throughout town. My suspicion is they came into town to find the bird feeders many of us have.

Plows were still going up and down the streets and alleys.

The kids did have school, though many of the surrounding districts did not.

The meathead was in heaven. His inner Lab came out. One of his favorite tricks is to plow is nose through the snow. I don't think it is particularly to smell anything, just a chance to play it looks to me.

I could not believe it, but a handful of red-winged blackbirds trilled around the town pond.

The heavy wet snow weighed down the ice on the town pond enough that I could see many of the old ice fishing holes on both old clay pits.

The guys with the ice shanty were ice fishing yesterday. They are gambling the ice cap on the south end of the south pit is strong enough to hold, even with the heavy snow cover.

All they did was move the shanty to a bit safer ice closer to shore.

The east side of the town pond was so beautiful that I stopped storm and took the photo below. It was a morning just to enjoy such scenes.

As I stopped and savored the scene, soaked it in, a few Canada geese honked as they flew low out toward the fields.

On the old rail bed, now a trail, I had to duck to get under branches hanging low with the snow. Storm did a nice job posing when I took the photo at the top.

As we came back, dozens of doves flew around the telephone lines by the feed mill on the edge of town.

Plows crisscrossed the streets.

The purity of the art of a snowy morning will be gone soon enough.


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makes you feel like a kid again, you and your dog out playing in the snow.

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