THE WOODS IN WINTER.
Yes, I have decided - I do like the snow. I love it. It's especially nice when we go to Shackford Head and roam the woods in the clean, fresh, unsoiled snow. There are lots of animal tracks to sniff and all the new and wonderful scents that winter holds in this frosty ground covering. The squirrels and chipmonks are all still in hibernation and they can't tease and taunt me. In the summer they run about and annoy me; then run high up into the trees and chatter and shout at me. Somehow they know I can't climb a tree; although once I did make an attempt. Now - if I had my own cat, I could send him up the tree and teach those pesky squirrels a lesson.
I like the soft powdery snow the best. I can kick it about as I tromp along. I am not fond of the firm crusty snow that looks stable only to give way under my weight and plunge me belly deep into it's depths. It's a little humiliating. Ice presents a problem too and I have learned to navigate it successfully after many a trial and error.