Life is interconnected and so are the topics on this blog. It might be cooking and gardening one day, yoga the next, knitting and sewing, or hiking and then bird watching followed by recycling or composting. They are the parts that bring humble joy to my life of voluntary simplicity in Montana.
One of my favorite things about snow is the tracks left in it. I can follow rabbit tracks and follow along to see where they go--the answer is: all over tarnation. I can see the wispy outlines of wings fluttered against the snowy ground as a mourning dove lands. I can marvel at the long toes of the blue jays from the prints on the porch railing. And I can smile at the fact that throughout the cold, snowy days there has been one spot cleared down to the grass in my yard and its directly under the feeder. I watched a squirrel clear away the snow in search of sunflower seeds dropped from above by those messy, messy birds.
I hope the snow lasts until Christmas. I love a white Christmas.