Just yesterday, our walk at the tree farm was muddy and warm. I was raking leaves at home and pulling the last of the carrots.
Then the snow came Saturday night.
Kai was thrilled. I was cold. And walking was like slogging across wet sand. My legs were exhausted, but Kai was energized by the snow.
Here he is above, outside the old mill, listening to something.
We skedaddled along, heading to the second woodlot area where all the hemlocks are. You can just barely make out Kai at the top of the road, in his usual stance of waiting for his mama to catch up.
Once I did, he let loose. He isn't running as fast as normal, but he is having a good time.