While not sleeping due to my cold the other night, I watched the trees blow in the fierce wind over the smooth, snow-covered field outside the window. Eventually I fell asleep. In the morning, I awoke to a field that looked like kindergartners had gone mad in it – rolling up balls for snowmen but being distracted away before constructing them – except there was no evidence of the tykes. No trampled snow, no footsteps. Just balls of snow.

I’d never heard of snow rollers before, and certainly had never seen one.  I learned from the TV that they are form when high winds blow across snow with the right combination of a crusty top layer and a loose, powdery under layer.

Sometimes, I think I’ve seen it all, then nature pops up with something new, reminding me how little I actually know and comprehend – bring wonder into my life. Snow Rollers. Very neat.