I put on long johns and another pair of wool socks, I was already wearing my hat and scarf, but I just couldn’t get warm. So at 2:30 after I made the 4 potholders I needed to make, I decided the only way to warm up was to go snow shoeing with Lenore. Besides jumping in a hot tub, or snuggling with my honey, (neither was an option unfortunately since Jon was out for the afternoon and we don’t have a hot tub) the one thing I know that always warms me up is moving around. So I fed the animals and shoveled the walkways and put on my snow shoes.
It felt good to be out in the woods again. The last time I walked in the woods, it was all autumn colors. That was before hunting season began. It seems there still some kind of hunting going on, (not rifles, muskets or front loaders, or something) and I did hear a single gunshot, but I only saw one other snowshoe trail than mine.
Today the woods were white and gray, black and brown. The snow never stopped falling and my feet never warmed up. But somehow it didn’t matter, the rest of me was warm and I was too busy getting used to walking around with those big feet to care. Lenore must have had twice as much fun as I did, because although she stayed close by, she covered twice as much ground.
Now that I’m back inside, my feet are warm for the first time all day. I guess it worked, now I have another good excuse to go walking in the woods.