We left the open field for the relative warmth of the woods where the leafless trees broke the wind but still let in plenty of sunlight. We tromped side by side until the path narrowed. I stopped to watch a bird flit through the trees and inadvertently turned my right foot. When I started off again I fell face first into the snow - I'd stepped on the edge of my left snowshoe and could not lift it! My brother turned to see me rising ignominiously and grinned.
|Snow is still deep in these woods|
|my $5 summer tag sale find|