I walked down the allotment today just to drop off some compost. It was really an excuse to walk through some virgin snow again. Someone had driven and someone else walked down the main track, but the other track was untrodden - all my footsteps of the other day had been filled in by another fall of snow. All there were were the barely-visible prints of cats, the loping stride of foxes, and the patterings of crows and pigeons.
On my way home, I saw these catkins - reminder that this will soon be over, and that spring is on the way.