The Treecreeper...

was busy probing the cracks in the Birches, because despite more snow than ever, he thinks it is Spring. So do I ,as the light is lovely.
Snowed all day, a sort of fine spindrift, that the east wind whips into drifts and strips from the branches.
                             a sort of fine spindrift, that fills the clearings you've just                                                                                                                     shovelled!