So dogs and I left Fable in the capable hands of the feline crew to venture out on a rather blustery day.
Where dreary skies and a brisk wind did not do too much to dampen the joy of being outdoors.
Colors melt into the muted stark tones of January.
And summer is only captured in the potential it has left behind.
The stone reigns supreme over the forest which sleeps under its covering of snow.
And black and white counterpoints provide color.
Even as the forest sleeps, the dogs bring their own joy to it.
Domino enjoys his snow outings as much as any arctic breed.
Tackling the drifts with the same gusto as any husky.
There is no trail too untraveled for Domino!
He even checked out the boat which is now resting on a lake of ice.
We all trekked up a trail we rarely travel, following a path kept clear by the deer.
The forest quiet and still except for the wind.
Small caves of snow beneath the fallen trees.
The wind has scattered debris here and there throughout the forest.
In the midst of winter, the forest still sends forth buds in a quiet premonition of the coming spring, spurred by the lengthening days.
This trail, rarely traveled, always startles me as the tombstones appear through the trees.
It is a trail which is often overgrown and thorny except in the deepest part of winter.
Domino explores the cliff trails while we wander. We ask Domino if he is indeed, a goat, because he explores heart-stopping heights without concern.
He stays much closer these days, and at times is by my side. My protector, I call him. Sometimes it takes time for that bond to settle in and it has.
The view makes the hike worthwhile.
And even Charm takes some moments to enjoy it.
Not a sign of movement have we seen. But the grubs who dine under the bark and the holes left behind by the herds of woodpeckers who frequent the forest give away some of the forest's secret life.
Sometimes gloomy days only appear gloomy from indoors, but venturing out brushes away the gloom completely.
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