Last night we got our first light, light dusting of snow. The trails are *almost* frozen, although they still need to be covered in snow to be truly passable. Miss Millie B. Doofus, SuperAgent of the Second Law of Thermodynamics and Supreme Ruler of the People's Independent Republic of Bunnistan, sez, "I am a fluffy, cuddly bunny."

The
birch forest that we like to
walk through is denuded, and the sun is cold and stark:


The girls are bouncy and happy and run around like greased lightning:

Parts of this hillside are cut from when the mining companies came to check whether mining there would be profitable:

A stand of quaking aspen that has yet to drop its leaves:

Another
stand of quaking aspen made the local paper for being the first to turn in the fall.
Edited to add this bit of hilarious irrelevance. I had to take a screenshot of this targeted advertising fail. Why in heck is this product being advertised to
me?

I couldn't think of a worse match if I tried!