the snowy day

remember how a whole week ago i posted snow pictures

just in case we didn't get any more snow?

well.

ready for some night-time street sledding!

the sunshine brought a fair amount of melting,

helped along by our reliable maintenance crew.

The Shoveler

The Sweeper

a few snowy scenes from before the maintenance crew

rolled out of bed (also known as., 'the morning'):

sled at rest

the best word i could find to describe the snow as it fell last night was 'dandruff.'  it was a dry, finely-grained snowfall.  steady, for sure, but not much to show for it when it was all said-and-done.  maybe we got about two inches.  no dramatic icicles; no branches dipping to the ground under the weight of it; not really enough for a snowman (plus it was so dry, the effort would've been immense & produced little). 

but SNOW is SNOW!

snowbath

snowy laurel

i was intrigued by the variety and abundance of animal tracks in our yard.

by all indications, it was a busy night on dogwood drive.

rabbit crossing, with leaping dog (i think)

at first, i thought these tracks might have been left by a deer - which we actually have seen in our somewhat urban neighborhood.  they are definitely a four-legged track & are spaced out in groups of four, with a gap after each series that indicates to my highly untrained eye a bounding, leaping, running gait.  but i think, now, that it was probably a dog enjoying a leash-less run of our yard.  likely chasing the rabbits.

cat?  & something else...

this is an optical illusion - doesn't it look raised up instead of an imprint?  our footprints on the front walk.  this morning, i tried to step inside the ones Mike made last night.  obviously, i didn't try too hard.  i'm kind of stubborn that way.

alas, alack, there is one wee animal in our environs that i fear may not survive this frigid winter.  that's right.  winona the woolly worm.  in her frosty glass house on the back porch.  i have dutifully spritzed her with water every few days, although that now seems unwise.  i am hopeful she has done what woolly worms are supposed to do & buried herself deep in the dirt, dreaming of wings & other moth-like things.