The sound of snow is one of my very favorites. On the spectrum's other end is the sound of snow melting. You know, the water running down the gutters. It's so sad to me.
There's scarcely anything left today. In the always shady parts of the yard, there are patches. Tap seems to be looking around for it. He enjoyed it yesterday (despite the barking at how it arrived), sniffing around and seeing exactly where it was.
On the subject of snow:
You know I love this.
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