So, after some affronted huffing and puffing at the world in general (and really, how does it dare snow the day after I declare spring?), I decided, to hell with it, the sun's still shining, I'll go out for a walk in the snow.
And whoa, it really is shiny outside! The streets are of course already slushy, but the rest? The fields and meadows, paths and tracks, all are covered in pristine, fluffy snow, gleaming in the sun. I've been tramping around for the better part of an hour, enjoying the beauty of it and the sound of snow crunching under my feet.
By the time I got home I was covered in snow up to my knees from veering off the paths sinking deep into snow-covered grass, and my boots, socks, and trousers are currently crowding the bathroom radiator while I'm sitting under my blanket.
The Dreisam, framed on both sides by dikes and trees.
Crunch, crunch: One of the dikes/paths.
Ivy-covered trunk in front of blue sky.
Railroad.
The rear tree? Does not already have leaves. It is dead, and the remains of the trunk are covered in ivy. I like it, it looks like a heart.
Detail of snow-covered ivy. This one's also my new desktop.
Random fields separates by trees, the sun reflecting on ice-covered hollows.
Snow on parallel felled trunks.
The same trunks, now recognizable as such.
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