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Trout Lilies (Erythronium americanum) in bloom at Barking Slopes Conservation Area in New Kensington, Pennysylvania
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Mount Rainier, Washington by Gabriel Miller
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let me tell you driving from Ohio to Washington in a SmartCar with everything I owned was funny enough on its own but once I got west of the Rockies, every. single. time. I stopped ar a gas station, random dads would just spawn beside my car. like there was some sort of dad portal following me. and they’d see my ohio plates and go, “did you DRIVE through the mountains in that?” and every. single. time. I’d go, “well, they didn’t airlift me!”
it killed. it absolutely cleared ever time. never failed to make the dads laugh. they were obsessed. i said it the same every time. it was like I was in a groundhog day timeloop on interstate 70 westbound gas stations. and i you know what? I was happy.
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He knows he's cute
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The temperatures went up this week, probably for good, so Pandolf and I went on a quest to find the Last Snow of the Season.
(We found it. Sorry for the spoiler)
But it meant climbing some serious slopes, without knowing what we were going to find at the top.
Every time we reached a plateau and found an unsatisfactory amount of snow, up we went again.
It was a long and tiring quest but worth it, to see him prancing happily when we finally found our graal ! A modest north-facing expanse with, hopefully, some cow nests (indentations in the ground where the cows lie down to ruminate in summer = good spots for Pandolf to snow-dive in winter)
He immediately set to work, looking for diving spots.
We only found one cow nest, and even in there I could tell Pan wasn't quite satisfied with the amount of snow (he could only bury about 60% of his head); but I told him we would probably find nothing better (and in fact nothing at all) until next winter.
Which completely demoralised him.
I waited until he was done burying his snout and his grief.
We had another very brief snowfall the next day but it was clear from the start it wasn't going to be head-burying material. Both Pandolf and the hens hated it for opposite reasons.
It was the snow saying goodbye!! You have no sense of poetry.
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“Can I haz this very big stick?”
We had a windstorm, and the Imp discovered that someone had broken one of his trees. I had to explain that this tree will now be a horizontal one…and that it would have to remain where it was. Not sure he got the concept. :) Sadly, this was the home of our resident woodpeckers and now they will be having to relocate. Life in the woods is ever changing….
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"I know a place"
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Photos of Torch from our photography trip to lake Michigan earlier this year.
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