My bags are packed

Except for the pants in the laundry, the shorts that need sewing and the socks needing to be purchased, I think I’m packed and ready for Florida

Bad sun! Bad!

Ski trail is crap after thawing days and freezing nights. Last Sunday was marvelous, but today completely unenjoyable. We need fresh snow!

Better than a groundhog

Coach has started shedding. That’s a promising sign

Ewww… what did that used to be?

There’s something along the path to the corral that used to be alive.  What’s left is 10 meters of hair and blood and parts unknown.  The magpies are happy, and Mulder is, of course, delighted. I think I’ll make a new path.

Ski on

With Lynda’s help the ski trail is now open.

Frosty coating

This has been the hoar-frosty-est month ever. Hardly a morning goes by lately that the trees aren’t coated with the stuff. It’s beautiful.  The branches of the birch tree close to the steps are literally weighted down. When going out to feed the ponies I duck under to keep from disturbing the delicate layers.

I hear icicles

The weather broke at last. I can almost, just almost, smell humidity. The horses are smiling. The dog naps on the deck and I’ve seen the cats exploring as far away as the corral. Life is good again.

Free Beer tomorrow

If we hear another radio weather forecast saying that the cold is sure to break tomorrow I’ll go mad. It’s always tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. When is it going to be today?

Little Dipper

This morning was the first time I’ve ever really seen the little Dipper distinctly. I actually used it to find the big dipper, instead of the other way around. Funny how different the stars are in the morning.

Chin Music popularity

Wah! Robbie tells me his blog got a pingback. I’ve never gotten a pingback. No fair. I’m going to start talking about drunks and economics too. Then we’ll see who’s more cool.