Last weekend, we visited my husband's parents in Connecticut just hours after several inches of snow had fallen on top of the 18 inches they received a week ago. It reminded me of my childhood in north Idaho.
While the boys, Papa and Daddy played, I explored as much as the snow would allow. Their home is settled on several wooded acres that I could explore for hours on end. It was noontime and the little birds were singing and raiding the bird feeders. Every once in a while, the wind would pick up and blow snow off the trees and into my face.
On a little walk down the long wooded driveway, we found some little mouse tracks climbing over a mound of snow.
Later that day, we went on a drive to see my husband's grandma On the side of the road were ice cicles that reached over 15 feet long and a scening creek pushing through the frozen ice.
The next time we go up, the snow will be gone and flowers will be pushing through the dirt (thanks to The Root Children, of course.) I look forward to more exploring.
Who knows what we will find!