White flakes have a way of quieting the Earth.

All slows down and the world transforms.

Something beyond calls, and despite the wind and frigid temperature, I heed the invite for several hours.

My feet journey along curvy paths.

I spy treasures–gifts tucked into furrows.

Others flowing out of ancient springs.

There’s a staircase to heaven offering a climb.

A long uprooted tree pretending to be a dinosaur.

And tucked away in a spot only a few wanderers know, another dinosaur outlined in white.

The snow coats like a blanket, offering protection going forth.

And fills the waters where the ducks take turns sleeping and dabbling.

Back on the homefront, the male Cardinal’s red shouts for joy.

While the female seeks the seeds of hope.

Juncos and Chickadees show courage at sharing a feeder.

And occasionally a Goldfinch flies onto the scene.

In the midst of it all, a tree spirit guffaws as every element of the universe shines . . .

on this finally snowy day!