Tuesday, March 3, 2015

My Little Black Cat

This little, black cat is about 8 months old now, and as you can expect, he is a ball of energy.  And a bundle of snuggles.  And a truck load of laughs.  There is no one in our home he doesn't like, including our 120 pound dog, who is friendly, but let's face it, at that size, has a hard time to be gentle when feeling playful.  Nonetheless, Sooty always gives Bear a chance to sniff and lick him, and I'm sure if Bear would settle down, the cat would snuggle right up and go to sleep with him.  I cannot tell you how happy I am with this cat's personality!  And can't you just see it in this photo?!!

Thursday, February 19, 2015

A Moment of Reverie

The photo has little to do with this post.  I couldn't find an accurate photo on the web of the snowflakes falling here today, but I came across this pretty little scene and decided to nab it.  Unfortunately, I couldn't find a name to give to credit to.  Suffice to say, it wasn't me that took it as I have most of the photos on my blog.

Back to my point. After I had fallen on my face several times while attempting to snowshoe in freshly fallen and drifted snow, I dragged my butt to my garden swing to spend some quality petting time with my dog.  It was very quiet at this point, snowflakes drifting down slowly and landing in Bear's fur.  A big, fluffy black dog speckled with snowflakes is beautiful enough, but upon closer inspection, I noticed that the tiny individuals were shaped perfectly like a six petal flower.  And I do mean perfect, and not just the odd one, all of them.  With the way they were landing in and on the tips of his fur, they created a delicate, miniature flower garden.  It's really too bad I didn't have my camera with me.  Not to say I would have done the scene justice with my photography skills, but it would have been nice to try.
Maybe you would like to hear less about delicate, graceful snowflakes and more about the not so delicate and graceful girl behind this post.  First things first, I'm not athletic.  At all.  I can walk, but that's about it.  And after today, I'm not sure I'm holding onto that skill all that well.  In my defense, the snow was fresh, deep and damn near impossible to see fluctuations in.  I fell off a 3 foot drift. Yes, I measured it.  I truly did not see it coming, just putting one foot in front of the other, and then in one step there simply was no ground and it was too late to pull back.  I'm sure there was a small instantaneous prayer that it was only going to be a few inches, but alas, the higher power could respond that quickly and down I went.  At least it was a soft landing.  The falling and the landing was the easy part.  Getting up was another story.  I was quite buried, and when Bear noticed I was down, it was his opportunity to make matters worse by jumping on my back.  It took some time, but I managed to stand up, put myself back together, find my toque and such, and start trudging along again.  There were a few more falls on the way back home, but none so dramatic as the first.  By the time I got back to the yard, fed the birds and landed on the garden swing, I was spent.  Literally too tired to think, it was then that I noticed the beautiful snow garden forming on Bear's back and after a brief moment of reverie, I realized I was hungry.  And just like that, the beautiful moment was over. 

Monday, February 9, 2015

A Subtle Change in Perspective

I'm very used to walking around the rectangular shape of our 10 acre parcel and frankly am getting quite bored with it.  So I decided to venture outside our fence line into the neighbors field and down into our creek bed.  It wasn't far, but it sure made a difference in how I felt about going for a walk.  I would never attempt this without my trusty snowshoes.

The spruce trees that divide my neighbor's field, (which I'm standing in) from my yard.
Looking west, away from my yard.  I could go a long way if my legs were up for it.

Looking down into the creek bed, where I'm headed.

Most of those willows are dead because the water table has been too high for too long. 
And some of them are just old.

In the creek.  My kiddos call this place the 'magical land' because of how it looks when the
 creek dries up in the summer.  It is a really neat experience.  The ground is very spongy,
 like walking on an extremely thick carpet.

Some color!  Finally a wee bit of color.  It has been a very grey day.

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Guest Blogger-Bear

My dull, old black collar fell off yesterday, so I took the liberty of chewing it up to make sure it could never fit around my neck again.  I was getting tired of my look, and was looking forward to changing things up a bit. I knew anything would be better than what I had but, I had no idea it would look this good.  That red leather sure does look sharp in contrast with my black fur, don't you think?

Most of the time, my fur hides it, which is really too bad. 

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Lovely January?

January was relatively kind this year.  Warmer temperatures allowed for a lot of time outside.  I even dusted the snow off my garden swing and had tea out there a few times.  The time of our sunrises during this month made it easy to enjoy every single one.
Between all those walks outside, I've been spending my time scrapbooking.  My goal was to be caught up by the end of March, but it looks like I will be done by the middle of February!

It's too bad you can't see it, but a lot of those colors in the sky were reflecting in the ice around the yard.  It was a very colorful morning.

This doggy was built for winter, and was often overheating on our extended walks.  He was running around, ramming
his face into the snow banks.  He loves when I make snowballs and throw them up into the air for him to catch
and then to eat.

We haven't had much snow this year, so it didn't take a lot of sun to create large, bare patches of lawn.  And here I
thought those pogo sticks would only be a summer toy.

I did nothing special with this photo.  Why it is so saturated with blue, I'm not sure.  That gives you an
idea of my photography knowledge.

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Frosty Days

In the Fall, thoughts of winter are depressing.  But with the temperatures barely below zero, virtually no wind and hoar frost that just won't quit, it's impossible to feel anything other than awe.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

A Catch-Up Post

Oh my goodness, was my last post really about Halloween???  Time has flown by so quickly, and now that my daughter's birthday has passed, it is time to start thinking about the next event, Christmas of course!  We have a very relaxed holiday planned, as we have every year and hopefully everything goes as planned, as it usually does.  My little girl's 12th birthday was the exception this year.  The poor thing was so sick on her special day, I had to take her to a walk in clinic for a Dr. to take a look.   A bad throat infection has settled in and for the first time that I can remember she has to go on a round of antibiotics.  After only 4 out of 30 pills down, she is showing signs of renewed health!
In the meantime, I've been wandering around with my camera and taking advantage of any photo opportunity that crosses my path.  We've had some incredible sun rises and sets, and one good dose of hoar frost.  My sweet, tiny kitten is 5 months old and growing so quickly that it's hard to believe it is the same cat from day to day.
I should also mention that back in October, I took a part time job at a beautiful home d├ęcor shop and have been loving it.  It is the first time I've worked in 12 and 1/2 years and it has been a very healthy change for me to get out of the house and meet new people.

I had fun hand molding those 12 little birdies.

Hoar frost has a wonderful way of making me believe in magic again, even if it is only a brief moment.

I try not to miss a sunrise or sunset.  You never know how spectacular one might be.

Crisp.  That's the only thing that comes to mind.

My old tricycle in what is now, a winter garden.

Our sweet, little, faithful friends, the chickadees.  They seem to look forward to our visits, and they tweet out,
"Fresh seed everyone!".

"Prowling through the snow.  I'm going to catch that squirrel."

A simple, and free arrangement for my front porch.

Sooty, now 5 months old, and beginning to take on the look of an adult cat.  He has the most beautiful fur.
A last minute addition.  The hubby brought home a lovely bouquet this afternoon and I put together this
arrangement with it.  Lovely, don't you think?