The Groundhog Was Wrong

I pulled out my latest shipment of seeds and dreamed of spring

to a backdrop of feet of snow.

I can't see the garden from the window I normally watch it grow.

The living room is much darker this week.

This is why. I'm looking toward the kitchen window. Now this

happens every year to some extent, some years are worse than

others.

This just looks rediculous to me. The little black things are

tiki lights - just waiting for summer.


It's also a good thing that all of the wood we need for
this winter is already in the shed.

Bill had made an effort to keep up with it all with the tractor,

each week pushing back the banks to make room for more.

Yet, with all of the snow we continue to have here in Rowe I

have to say that I almost enjoy it. It's beautiful, clean and white

right now. I love the sound it makes under your feet.

But since it's been four weeks since the groundhog pronounced 6 more

weeks of winter, he was either wrong, lied or is much, much

farther south.

Snow, Snow and More Snow

Spent this past weekend moving snow. But this post is really

about Sophie and her love for the stuff.

She loves jumping in the air to catch snowball. At times she quite

athletic.

Buddy goes out with her but only feigns interest. If you throw

snow at him he'll duck.

Not Sophie, she's always ready.

Even when you don't think she can see.

But she really comes into her own when the snow shovel comes

out as you can see.

Then she becomes an acrobat.