It's getting late, but the dog needed to go out one more time before I retired for the evening.  It's still snowing, but, very lightly.  It was so quiet out in the back yard and because the snow is so dry, it sparkles like little diamonds floating down and landing in small mounds on the evergreen boughs.

Looking up, a sliver of moon shone through the parting and thinning clouds and the crooked, bare, limbs of the old oak tree in our back yard created a frame around this scene.

Winter may not be my favorite season, but I have to say, there is a soft beauty no other season can match.  In just a few short weeks, it will be sugaring time with shiny buckets attached to the sugar maples all through the back roads of this small state.  The sap will be collected and the sugar houses will be fired up, working day and night until the sweet maple syrup has been boiled down to perfection.

So, with this, I will go to bed and be lulled to sleep by the hum of the furnace.

Sweet Dreams.....

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