Mother Nature and Jack Frost have been working their magic in Michigan. We received just under a foot of snow on Sunday, and we are now at a balmy 7 degrees. I'm not complaining though, truth is, I love it! The woods are beautiful.
Jack Frost was painting on the chicken coupe window.
The woods were an eerie gray color. And so silent. Only the muffled sound of snow and my own breathing echoing under my hat.