In which my least-favorite weather comes for a (brief?!?! I hope!) visit
I think my views on this white stuff are well-documented already.
I took this picture from the kitchen window:
|C'mon out, it's wonderful fun!|
Rumplethingy has never seen sn*w before.
He hunted it through the window for about a minute, then collapsed in front of the fire and refused to move. He is still there (hours have passed).
Foxie finally convinced me to go outside and take a traipse around.
|Pickles Marie's plum tree|
|Alder saplings in the lower pasture|
Taking photos of my dark horse against a sn*wy background is pretty much pointless--my little camera is always bolluxed by the light/dark contrast.
|Horse-shaped blob + goat-shaped blobs in the sn*w|
Monica has taken some spectacular photos in the past, but this year she was busy working on an art project and only came up for air for a few minutes before diving back into some paint-sodden masterpiece-in-progress.
|More of Monica's beautiful photos from 2014 are HERE|
|Such a good dog|
Foxie always looks naughty, even when he isn't.
|Heh heh heh.|
Enough is enough. I went back indoors to do what I often do when the weather turns fruit-metaphor-of-your-choice:
|Gingerbread ponies with powdered sugar.|
Now the house smells delicious, and I can eat the weather in effigy while I glare out the window and hope for rain.