Rolling hills that go on forever

This is one kind of scenery that I can see from some of the backroads southwest of Calgary. A heavy sprinkling of snow and everywhere looks so different. Wish I could have gone for a drive yesterday, while every twig and blade of dried grass was covered in snow and frost. In the morning, I was out on a three-hour bird walk in Weaselhead, and then had to go and get a prescription refil from my doctor mid-afternoon. During the afternoon, the temperature rose slightly and there was enough wind to blow all the snow off the trees. It was a true winter wonderland while it lasted.