Twenty-seven centimetres of the white stuff fell last night. It was our first significant snowfall of the year.
K called me to the back door to look out at the newly fallen snow. The snow that blew off the railings made it look liked Merlin had been out turning circles on the deck. He’s always here with us. And for that, I am ever grateful.
A few years ago he would have loved to be out in the newly fallen snow, checking the boundaries of his territory, barking at the snow being thrown as we shovelled.
The last little while, I’ve missed him tremendously.