Relative Something

Blocking out any problems in the world, life at Wintervale is filled with beauty, even when the weather conditions are frosty and foggy.

Ice crystals created an attractive white border around the edges of the leaves.

Did I mention it was foggy?

Despite the horses continuing to show fondness for the old willow tree in the small paddock, there continue to be signs that they are chewing it to shreds.

I used to think they were going to push it over by rubbing against it, but now I’m inclined to believe they will give it the beaver treatment and chew through the base.

Silly horses.

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