Like much of the east coast, Roundtop Mtn. got hit with another snowstorm yesterday. I tried to measure 10" but couldn't. I found 9.25", 9.75" and 9.5". Snow is still pasted on many of the trees, so the entire forest is white and brown.The only color comes from the male cardinals, who are as red as a stop sign.
I spent much of yesterday shoveling the decks and the driveway. I shoveled out to the chicken pen and dig out the car. The dogs never tire of the snow. Of course, they don't have to shovel it. Even the aging Dog rushes through the snow like a puppy. And Baby Dog, now in her prime years, is as silly as she was at 7 weeks.
I see tracks of many animals in the snow. Deer tracks come right up to my front steps, and it appears two of them are munching on my juniper bush. Rabbit tracks cris-cross the lane. I haven't seen a rabbit in months, but I can tell they are still here. I see the hopping tracks of small birds, likely juncos.
The snow muffles the sounds of the already quiet winter days. Just before dark I hear the very distant, barely heard call of a courting great horned owl. When the trees sigh with a barely-there breeze, I lose the sound altogether.
Oddly, when I have nothing to hear, suddenly the smells of the winter woods are mysteriously more intense--the piercing bite of the snow like a sour lemon drop, the sweetness of a white pine, the dry roughness of stones nearly exposed by the snow plow.
Note: Today's photo was taken on Tuesday, the day before Wednesday's snow. I'll have a few photos of the bigger snow tomorrow.