Snowshoeing

Little Melon loves the snow. Maybe it's because he has never actually been alive during a summer, I don't know. 

It's hilarious to watch though, he loves to jump around and bury his head in it. He's so tiny and so occasionally he will jump into a particularly big drift and his whole body will disappear, and two seconds later he will reemerge, looking like a hairy snowman.

Nathan and I decided to go snowshoeing this past weekend and we took the puppy with us. He survived for about half the journey before he got so cold we had to wrap him up in a coat and carry him! Poor little guy.

Wish I had more photos to share but my phone died literally two seconds after this was taken.

I have to admit this was my first time going snowshoeing and I thoroughly enjoyed it. It snowed like mad and so as we were hiking big huge, fluffy snowflakes were falling slowly about us, landing on all the evergreen trees and frosting our noses. It was magical.

On a side note I have recently become obsessed with Jane Eyre! I watched the 2011 movie on netflix and fell absolutely in love and knew I had to read the book. Usually I find the old classics to be a bit wordy and difficult to read but I have been absolutely immersed in this book. 

I used to scoff at people who loved all the period dramas but I have to admit I am becoming quite a fan. I love how something so subtle, meant so much back in those times. Just a touch of the hand spoke volumes. I mean women and men weren't even hardly allowed to touch each other back in those days.

Now in this era people have to parade around naked to get themselves noticed. Hand holding has all but lost its meaning. Simple, innocent romance has been spat upon and degraded.

Shame, shame.

Now forgive me while I get back to reading Jane Eyre.