Who lives down this tiny hole?
See the ice crystals?
They are a sign of breath, something warmer than the air.
Tiny little tracks from the critter coming and going also there.
when the snow begins to melt, a stepping stone path is darker than the grass in between, so it melts first:
a bit like a ginger bread house
with icing sliding off:
I love it when the snow crashes off the roof
always wishing there were children there to hoot in glee with me
There are so many enchanting wonders in winter.