It's easy to read the stories in the snow...tracks and signs stand out as if written on a white page.
I know that a raccoon visited my back deck, and dug his way to a warm den under the porch.
I know that the bread crumbs we put out were very popular...quilted stitching in the snow tells of dozens of small birds that celebrated our offering when we weren't looking.
I took the time to sketch this page a few weeks and four snows ago...
