A cold north wind blew winter in over the Rockies and I woke Saturday to find my part of the world covered in a soft blanket of white. By the end of the day there was 6 inches on the ground.
Believe it or not I was not the first person visiting the pond that morning, but the other visitors stayed on the main path. I wanted to see what one of my favorite places looked like in its winter coat for although I have lived here for 11 years, this was my first visit to the pond after a snowfall. I was not disappointed.
The whitetail herd that I had befriended over the summer greeted me like a Beverly Doolittle painting. They are probably used to human presence by now, but I like to think that they recognized me from my many earlier visits. The fawns have all lost their spots but are still curious. I look forward to spending more time with them, but duty called and I had to return home to get ready for work. There is snow in the forecast for tonight and tomorrow. After taking care of a few errands I plan to spend the rest of my day off at the pond.