The weekend rains a-l-m-o-s-t flooded the creek, but not quite. It ran muddy for a day, then cleared up. By Monday it was all ready to sparkle joyously in the sun. I was standing in it to get this photo - bless my wellington boots.
It makes the loveliest noise at this stage. I checked on the silver maple I planted last spring; it has lively-looking terminal buds and seems to be all ready to go for growing season 2024.
Lady living deliciously, please appreciate that fluffy tummy.
Love the contrast between the Americans’ “Apollo” and the Soviets’ “Sputnik.” You got the Americans naming their rocket after a Greek god trying to communicate the grandness and importance of this rocket. And you got the Soviets naming their rocket “fellow traveler.” Like a friend you go on an adventure with together. This rocket is our little friend lol
For the time being, Wednesdays are going to be firewood cutting day (also chemistry post-lab worksheets day just shoot me). Today when my husband and I got to the top of the ridge up turn the truck around the sun was lighting up the tiniest of snow flurries drifting in the air. Surprise!
There are enough trees standing dead or fallen in this little patch of woods to give a year's-worth of firewood. There will also be plenty of deadwood of varying sizes left on the ground for the bugs and fungi! If D gets the truck backed into the bank just right, I can step from the ground onto the tailgate easily, even carrying a heavy piece of wood. That makes loading the truck substantially easier.
Although her mouth is no doubt still sore, Lady enjoyed the time in the woods. Blep!
We'll cut this one up someday, but in the meantime it's almost sculptural.
And that stump - there HAS to be a way I can sell off neat things like that locally. Now that my husband has (not entirely voluntarily) retired, I'm sorta motivated to find more ways to sell odd things. We still have hordes of Things of my late father's that should be sold off.
Heavy. That was heavy. Now it has to be UNloaded, and some of it split.
Note the happy dog:
Arthritis means he has to be picked up and helped into the truck and out of it again. But he's SUCH a good boy . . I try not to leave him behind at the house unless I really have to.