A Winter Wonderland

To Trinity's credit, she probably wondered why we were meandering down this snowy trail. I've read that dogs don't see very well. Eventhough it was a clear-blue-sky day, the trees were laden with snow that was just beginning to melt. I was thumped on the head by several clods of snow as they slid off a branch on more than one occasion. Whenever the breeze stirred the branches, even a little bit, the snow rained down from above.