The smooth greenish grey beech bark glistens wetly after a snowfall, reminding me of a seals skin, and the tulip poplar's bark is lined with snow tracks, caught in the furrowed brown ridges. Our resident fox skirts the woods edge every afternoon searching for food. It's mating season and they are bolder and more playful than usual.
The woods are transformed, towering tree trunks dusted with snow and the bare branches weighed down and forming fantastical shadows on the undulating ground.
The smooth greenish grey beech bark glistens wetly after a snowfall, reminding me of a seals skin, and the tulip poplar's bark is lined with snow tracks, caught in the furrowed brown ridges. Our resident fox skirts the woods edge every afternoon searching for food. It's mating season and they are bolder and more playful than usual.
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