The snow remains here in north Idaho. One good thing is it smooths out all the potholes in the road.
Another good thing is we can let Mr. Darcy off-leash (he's the little black dot waaaay down the road).
Lately he thinks it's fun to ignore us and chase after whatever catches his fancy -- resulting in some unwarrented hikes down steep canyon sides after he gets stuck -- so we have to keep him on a leash when walking off the property. But for the moment, he can't run fast or far over fields because the snow is so deep. (Besides, he adores chasing snowballs we throw to tire him out by making him wallow through the snow even more.)
To tire him out the maximum amount possible, we pitch snowballs. This means he has to LEAP and bound through the snow to get them.
He wins if he can find the snowball.
This is the usual aftermath of such walks.
Early one morning I got up to see the full moon setting across the snow. It was bitterly cold out, but almost bright enough to read by. Tough to take a photo, though.
Everywhere we go, we see great sweeps of field unbroken by any tracks.
The only thing marring the smoothness is the occasional tall weed.
Mr. Darcy and I went walking one afternoon and scared up a white-tailed deer (another reason to keep him leashed).
She made her way up a steep embankment...
...then turned and peeked at us from behind a branch. Can you see her?
Here she is.
The moment after I snapped this photo, she dashed out of sight.
Another time I took Darcy just around our pasture (on snowshoes, the only way to go). It managed to be sunny and snowing at the same time.
When he comes back from these excursions, he's covered with "jingle balls," as we call them.
He chews these off, and then we go around collecting the jingle balls and putting them in the sink.
Daytime temps have been just at freezing, then dropping to bitterly cold at night. This results in all kinds of odd icicles.
Sometime we get hoarfrost, which is always spectacular.
Yesterday morning the sun rose through fog.
For the time being, we're just huddling down. Outside work is limited or impossible, so our focus is inside. We're unseasonably cold and snowy for early March, but this too shall pass and I'll be able to get to my garden. Someday.