But the snow finally comes and fills up our deck, with interesting patterns created by the accompanying wind.
Loading the branches of our trees with a white coat.
And blanketing Snodgrass Mountain across the street.
Crested Butte Mountain shines again against the blue sky.
The trees on surroounding ridges are laden once again with snow.
But what I miss most are my foxes. I haven't seen one all winter only a very large coyote who seems to have taken over the area.