Now that it's finally spring, the snow that held back all winter fell Thursday afternoon,
texturing everything with a swirling annimation of large flakes.
We woke Friday morning to a new vista, pristine and white.
Barley, though eager for his walk, was content to wait while I took a few pictures.
Snow whitewashed the tree trunks...
capped the fence posts...
and bowed the limbs to form a canopy over our path through the woods.
At the pond, all was quiet...
and on the hillside...
there was one very happy dog.
