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Our snow is gone and we’re beginning to see some green grass.
We’re also seeing a nightly herd of 10 who never get together for a group portrait.
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Young, old and the same harem master buck.
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They’re all kicking up their heels because spring is out there… somewhere.
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❤️
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There may be drawbacks to living in the country…slow internet speed, long rides to the grocery stores and lack of pizza delivery… but when you wake up to mornings like this?
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The inconveniences tend to fade away.
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No need to turn on the television.
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Mother Nature puts on a much better show.
❤️
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You’re here.
What else are you gonna do?
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I entered my teenage years in the 1970’s and believe me, there were plenty of inexplicable things.
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Did we buy rocks we could just as easily have picked up in the backyard? Sure. But they came with fake hay and a nifty cardboard box. Who didn’t want that?
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Dr. Scholls. They were clunky, heavy, unattractive and you couldn’t wait to buy the next new color when it was released. You wore them, admit it.
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If you were a young girl in the ‘70’s? Your mother dressed you like this. I believe it is the reason many of us drink.
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This.
I wish I had a video of myself endlessly bopping around our backyard on what was then my favorite toy. This thing rocked! As well as bounced the living crap out of your internal organs. We had a slight hill on your property and let me tell you… 7 year old River airborne down a hill on a Hoppity Hop was a thing of beauty.
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Yes, also inexplicable was the 1970 desire to cover bathrooms in horrendous waves of thick, preferably shag, brightly hued carpeting. Mustard, olive green and turquoise were da bomb.
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While my parent’s home was filled with antiques and the occasional hint of Danish modern in the 70’s… aka the era of questionable taste…thankfully it didn’t include this particular “western” couch… but I can guarantee you knew someone who owned one and loved it. I knew many someones and sadly the couches were still in their homes in the 80’s.
Finally, no visit to the ‘70’s would be complete without this.
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Being chosen to run the overhead projector during class? That was the epitome of cool.
Your turn!
Please add to the list….
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Waking up to pure, pristine snow cover is a beautiful thing.
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Though it doesn’t happen often around here.
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If you need an answer to the question ‘did the deer come last night?’ … all you have to do is look.
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Stealthy visitors they’re not.
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And just because it’s lovely? Snow fog on the neighbor’s farm.
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It’s finally starting to look like winter around here, albeit a few months late.
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Sunrise over freshly fallen sparkling snow never gets old.
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But along with overnight snow, we’re getting sunny warm days and that means icicles.
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Pretty, as long as you’re not standing underneath one when it falls.
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I love a snowy landscape…
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There’s just something about it that makes me slow down and say, ahhh…..
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We’ve had a few snow storms this month and the inches seem to be staying put for now.
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Which makes me happy… but Lord Dudley Mountcatten?
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Not so much. After an impressive bout of crying and pawing at the door for walkies, the husband granted his wish.
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Which resulted in a face plant off the bulkhead doors and a mad sprint back inside.
Snow.
It’s not for everyone.
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One of our visiting bucks has been looking a little lopsided lately.
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And while losing antlers is a normal annual occurrence for these big guys…
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This fellow has lost one side completely…
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And all but one small branch on the other.
Weird.
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We haven’t had a nice base of snow in so long I find myself walking around the property simply to enjoy the glorious whiteness.
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A path was cut to the man cave/Barn Mahal because, well…
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The beer and alcohol live there.
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I need to take his Lordship back outside now that we have some accumulation.
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I love when the snowfall gently envelops the trees. It’s clean… and peaceful.
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When I fail to shovel off the deck after the first storm? I regret it. Because now it’s probably going to stay that way till spring.
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The birds like our deck railing and land in certain spots to eat their seeds even when the railings are covered in snow.
It’s not hard to see which places.
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Since we’ve been having a warm winter and so little snow, Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been enjoying stretching his legs outside. And after a particularly warm spell where I took him for walkies everyday, he’s been antsy for exercise.
Even when it starts to snow.
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Crying and scratching at the door, he talked the husband into harnessing him up and heading out.
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But then? He had second thoughts.
Snow is cold, and more importantly… wet.
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Which is why he hightailed it to the shelter of the woodshed and left the husband out in the storm. Cats are a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them.
When the husband had enough and tugged him back out into uncovered territory?
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His Royal Highness beat feet for the back door.
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And assumed the position for a warm rub down and toweling off.
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Sometimes the perfect wildlife shot presents itself and all you have to do is snap.
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Our backyard deer really like their snow paths.
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Sometimes you order a blueberry vodka lemonade and it’s literally blue.
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Sometimes your husband drags things up from the crap cave cellar, and while they’re technically not crap? You still stub your toe on one of them when you round the corner because you didn’t know they were there and yell at him to move them forthwith.
😠
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Sometimes you want a little heat, but not anal angst level heat.
Ouch!
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