Tag Archives: nature

Digging out.

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Yesterday? A 20 hour snow storm .

Today? We dig out.

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The first path is to rehang the bird feeders so our fine feathered friends can have a nosh.

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Then a bit of shoveling in front of the garage so the husband can access the snow blower.

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A quick 11 inch measurement…

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And then it’s time to blow.

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Two neighbors offered to plow our driveway but the husband is persnickety when it comes to clearing and prefers to do it himself.

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If you’ve ever lived in northern climates you know the end of the driveway after the plow goes by is always the worst.

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This was a pretty snowfall. Light enough to move easily but damp enough to coat the trees.

I love winter!

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But there are perils to the arithmetic when you have three vehicles and a two bay garage.

There’s a car under there…. somewhere.

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A snow covered Lord.

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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….

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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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Then… and now.

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I know some people don’t like them, but I enjoy the memories that pop up on my Facebook feed showing the photos I posted on a particular day 5 or 10 years ago.

Today?

I saw this one from February 2013.

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Then –

The husband walking on the road in front of our house with a high backdrop of snow.

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This morning?

It looks a little different.

It makes me sad that real Maine winter storms seem to be a thing of the past.

😢

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Have you herd…?

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Our backyard has been pretty busy of late.

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And our resident herd of ten are showing up every night.

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They don’t usually visit when it’s still light enough to grab photos, so this was a treat.

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You can have television. I’ll happily sit and watch these beautiful creatures instead.

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The harem master.

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I’m so glad he made it through hunting season unscathed.

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In case you’re wondering why they’re called White Tailed Deer.

😉

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Maine traffic jam.

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In Maine… you never what you’ll find around the next bend in the road.

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Yesterday it was a rather large flock of wild turkeys.

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Who were in absolutely no hurry to move out of my way.

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Since the husband chases every one of their brethren who show up under our bird feeders out of the yard due to prodigious amounts of poo….

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I was happy to stop and watch them amble by.

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Winter visitors.

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Our resident herd is back.

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I hadn’t seen them in a while but they came tromping across the back yard looking for a snack early enough the other evening for me to grab a few pics.

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There were 8 total. Does, youngsters…

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And the harem master… who honestly, is a bit of an ass. No one else is allowed to eat until he’s had his share.

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Except this brave little fellow…

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❤️

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