I was reflecting a bit yesterday morning on the violence of the weather as cold and warm air collides that marks the transition of winter to spring. The violence of the market is so similar.
We had a beautiful snow on March 1. I did manage to stop long enough and take some pictures. There is a lovely muffled quietness in the snow enveloped woods. Here are a few pics. The dogs are Ella and Macy. I would have snapped a picture of Daisey, but she was busy running all day long in the snow. She had ice on her little tufts of fur and did not stay still long enough to appear in any frames: