The weather has been just perfect lately - warm enough that I can take my little man outside, but cool enough that I can still ski. We often get a snowfall at night, waking up to fresh powder. If we hurry, we can ski on the roads before the ploughs come through.
The woods where I ski make a enchanting snowy tunnel, transporting you to a fairytale. It feels so Christmassy.
The chickadees are busy hopping through the branches and bunny tracks lay fresh across the trail.
I tow my sleeping baby behind me in our chariot. It is a wonderful setup.