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It was wet and slippery in the forest cemetery today. We still had fun (the huskies a bit more than me), and it still looks beautiful.



The heavy, white blanket muffles life in the forest. You only hear a bird now and then, but constantly the wet, pattering drip of meltwater and rain on the soft snow.



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Another short walk through the snow, this time on the other side of the woods.



In the snow, which has been lying there for a while, we can finally see all the tracks that are so obvious to our dogs with their keen noses. The forest is full of tracks, sometimes single prints, but often well-trodden paths

The snow is changing the world. The paths and the forest floor are white. It's already thawed a little. Some of the snow has already slid off branches and tree trunks. For example, a limp strip of snow hangs from EW's trunk. The branches of the deciduous trees are still half white. One tree trunk even

Snow, wind, and a few Christmas lights.



Under the snow, there was slippery, slick ice.



I slipped a total of eight times. Six times I managed to catch myself with effortless grace. Twice I had to contort myself wildly to keep my balance. Once, my surprised little scream startled Vasco too.

This time, I found the path down to the canal right after the bridge. That wasn't a good idea, though. The path is rough and overgrown in places. Besides, you have to climb back up to the road after a short distance. It's better to take the path down to the canal right in front of the small, red house

Huskies by the water, bathed in sunshine and a dusting of ice and snow. Trees stand out against the icy blue sky, their reflections shimmering in the water. A beaver has left its mark on one of the trees.



Large stones are engraved with animals, each bearing its name on the back. Only the peacock butterfly

The trail leads along the Aller River and then along the Lachte. The return journey follows narrow paths through the forest. I love it when the huskies prick up their ears, peering over the water, and then turn around and run towards me. I love it when the trees are so tall that the huskies look tiny

Trees, whitened by frost, stand out against the night sky. A few Christmas lights and a slightly spooky snowman complete the scene.

A white world, white fields, white trees, white sky, almost without contours, two-dimensional, no horizon. In the middle of it all, two huskies, dark shapes in a world without focus. They enjoy it, burying their noses in the snow up to their ears, again and again, playing husky games.

The white splendor covers fields and paths. I find it beautiful, especially when the sun shines like today. The huskies are really enjoying it too.



We trudge through the snow together. Sometimes there are high drifts. We can go around them or trudge right through them. Then we're almost knee-deep in snow