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Good Boy!

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We went to bed last night knowing there was a fresh dusting of snow on the ground.  And so it was that when I woke up this morning to the little dog’s whining and sniffing at my face to go out, that I found my self annoyed and not wanting to get up.  Laying there all wrapped in my cocoon of flannel sheets and extra blankets I simply did not want to face the icy chill I knew was waiting for me.

But, the little dog was not taking no for an answer this morning.  I grudgingly forced myself out of my comfort zone, and instead of letting the poor little dog out I thought,  I’ll just let him out of the room and he’ll go find Bob.  Bob will let him out! So I opened the bedroom door, and hearing those little tappy toes prancing down the long hall looking for Bob and the express pass to the outside for relief…

I closed the door and crawled back into my cocoon.  Aaaah…

Just on the verge of sleep again I hear the little dog!  BARKING!  I snuggle down deeper into the warmth of my covers.

Arff…ARFF-ARFF-ARFF!

What the…!!!

I hop up to find the little dog sitting at the mud room door and barking at it.  Apparently Bob was indisposed and little dog really wanted out!  I feel bad now.  Quickly I put on his little red jacket with the imitation fleece lining and send him out the door.

I’m up now.

Donning my robe and slippers I find my way to the kitchen, pour coffee, and then return to the mudroom to let the little Pupcicle in.  Taking off his coat and wiping the snow off of his pads I tell him,

“Good Boy Tucker!”

Later this morning…

There is some irony here don’t you think?

Let the thawing begin

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Today the sun came out and melted quite a bit of the snow.  This made everyone happy.  Especially me!  Even the chickens were no longer afraid to walk in it.

The bees came out for recon and some house keeping duties.  Considering the temperatures we’ve been experiencing I thought their losses were minimal.

The geese, now able to come back to their own stomping grounds, found buried treasure beneath the snow.

I was surprised to see that left over collard greens,  abandoned the day it began snowing, looked perfectly delectable.  The geese sure didn’t pass them up!

Though not entirely melted the snow was thinning quickly.  We needed to lay down straw to keep the mud from sticking to everyone’s feet and thereby keep it out of the house.

It felt good to be outside working!

What did you do this weekend?

Look out my window

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I have never lived anywhere that you didn’t have to drive to touch snow.  Oh sure, you could see it on the mountains, but you couldn’t experience it.  Thankfully, It is a rare event here in North Alabama, and usually consists of a light dusting rather than the 7 to 8 inches we got early in the week.  As well, it doesn’t usually involve sustained below freezing temperatures that keep it around for a week, nor hard freeze conditions such as we had last night.  It was 6 degrees when I got up this morning.  Bone numbing cold that makes your kitties who always want out cry at the window to get in, and your doggies hold it because they don’t want to spend a half hour licking the ice clods out of their paws when they come back in.  COLD. (Seriously, I had to literally push them out the door to make them go!)

So this week I ventured out only when necessary and the rest came to me through the window glass…

When it warmed up enough on Tuesday for Bob to venture out and go to work he had to shovel the snow off the driveway first.  He said, “Now there’s something I can check off my ‘Bucket List.”

Eastern Blue Jays, who came to clear the acorns out of my rain gutters, called my attention to the need of a pressure washer for the coming spring!

Cardinals came to call,

as did Blue Birds who fluffed up their feathers against this morning’s  6 degree cold!

While the view from my window was lovely, I never-the-less did not want to venture out into the cold if I didn’t have to…  So when I did go out  I made sure to take along my camera.

I found infant icicles that made lace of the snow as it slid off the edge of the barn.

These would later grow into fully formed daggers that hung down a foot or more.

I thought they were beautiful.

Ok, this was not in my yard.  But I wish it were so I could fix its roof and keep it a worthy residence for all the birds who come to call!