Field Finds

When Baloo and I wander through the field at the end of our street, we almost always find something interesting to look at (well, Baloo finds interesting things to smell a lot more frequently, but it amounts to pretty much the same thing). 

There was a sprig of spotted knapweed that fell into the snow and left a perfect imprint, melting in just a little bit so only the shadow of the plant was visible unless viewed from above.  

Then there are whimsical snow cones topping what I believe are the seed heads of Queen Anne's Lace.

Finally, I see spiders from time to time walking along on top of the snow, far from any plant or obvious burrow and with no apparent prey in the area. I wonder what on earth they are doing out and about in such cold weather.

They must find something to munch on and there must be holes they can find or dig to get back into the leaf litter and grass tangles beneath the snow, but they seem so exposed and out of their element atop a vast expanse of cold, white stuff.