Saturday dawned clear and sunny – and cold. The 3-4 inches of new snow tried valiantly to cover the shame of several days of the unseasonable melting the past week – but didn’t quite make it. Friends had been ready to unearth their flip flops and sun hats – but were back in snow boots and warm mitts.
Although the temperatures had fallen from +3 C to around -15, the sun shone brilliantly, and the wind was light. We found the path through the woods quite firm, as it is used as a snow mobile track
In some of the trees, large blobs of snow still lingered from the storms.
The low position of the sun penciled dramatic shadows on the new fallen snow as we hiked through the winter woods.
Even small streams are still running in the winter – some much tinier than this one.
At first I exclaimed about the white berries on the tree up ahead –
but it was a pussy will covered in silvery catkins.
People weren’t the only ones that had been lulled into a false sense of Spring being just around the corner, as we discovered on our morning walk.