This reminds me of a winter morning, probably 1956, when there was a magical snowfall that coated the trees and every bush. My dad got my little brother and I out of bed very early, we bundled up, and went and walked through the woods in the magical white world that was so silent! A very vivid memory. Snow was not all all unusual in Wisconsin, but that was an exceptional sight.
Dogs are the best! Which I why I have two…