With apologies to Kevin Costner….
I’m talking about the deer.
When snow covers the ground and grass is hard to find?
Shoveling a path is a sure way to attract a crowd.
Or a herd, as the case may be.
We were really glad to see our resident 12 point buck survived hunting season.
And visits daily with his harem.
Of course he also chases them away when the treats run low.
Cheeky bugger.
Here’s a little clip in between snow storms.
Sunset from our front porch…
It never gets old.
If you haven’t read the sequel to The Handmaid’s Tale….
It does answer a lot of questions, though I can’t say I was in love with the ending.
If anyone can explain this exhaust system?
Please do… because I’m a bit baffled.
Yay for fall and all it’s ( don’t push winter it will be here soon enough) vodka flavors.
I see Mules in my future.
No, not that kind.
Although mine will probably have a kick as well.
Maine is a quirky place.
The landscape is rugged….
And the weather is challenging to say the least.
So we tend to have a sense of humor about most things…
Even road signs.
Like this one I saw the other day.
Can you read the note to boaters?
” Attention Boaters!!
Unless your truck and trailer can fly, you can’t get to the boat launch!
Just sayin! ”
Chickens.
You all know I like them. You all know my husband is the evil man who won’t let me have them.
(Okay, so in complete honesty he says I can have them… but I have to be the one who goes out in the minus 20 degree winter temperatures to feed, water, and clean the coop in mid January and we all know that’s not happening.)
Yeah… no.
But if I did have them?
I would totally be on board with the latest chicken trend.
Tutus!
Chickens…
In tutus!
Granted, not all of them look thrilled with the idea.
And okay, watch out for that one. He looks homicidal….
But chickens in tutus!
It’s a good thing.
Thank you Martha.
I thought you might.
I can break anything.
Really. It’s one of my lesser known talents.
You know those cheap Corelle bowls?
The ones you can’t kill?
Well…
I didn’t even have to put it on the stovetop or broiler.
Yay me.
In other news, it snowed.
Again.
To which people in Maine replied….
A simple reminder that we’ve had enough frigid blasts of white stuff followed by 52 degree days and melting.
Of course, the melting does allow us to participate in the annual derby.
The pothole fishing derby.
Loads of fun for the entire family….
But not your car.
Southern Maine dodged the snow bullet this winter with only a few insignificant storms here and there.
Northern Maine…?
Not so much.
Every time we got an inch?
They got a foot.
Personally, I think that kind of snow is a hoot.
Snow banks?
Yeah, baby.
That’s what I’m talkin’ about!
Snowmobile trail?
It’s there…
Somewhere.
Well, I wouldn’t go that far.
Two years ago this was our driveway –
And yes, that’s a ruler.
Ah, winter.
You make life interesting…
Since it took me a month and a half to post vacation pics, it’s time to get you back up to speed on the dreadfully boring fascinating tidbits that are my life.
You may have heard the government had a shut down during our trip. Luckily this caused us no financial hardships, but it did mean the husband’s paychecks were delayed. And being the federal government, you know they had to make something simple ridiculously difficult.
The husband gets paid the same amount every 2 weeks. Same amount of pay, same amount of deductions. You would think they could just deposit the 2 missing paychecks.
But no.
Whaaaat?
It shouldn’t surprise you that as of today, his pay is still hosed up.
Now to the weather…
Yeah.
It’s been cold.
And yeah.
You did.
The back yard deer are hungry.
And so are the turkeys.
We love the deer. The turkeys? Not so much.
They’re comical… but they poop. A lot.
Enough said.
Valentines Day came and went…
The husband sent me roses.
And I gave him a framed shot of the night sky from the exact location of our wedding day.
I know.
We’re so special it hurts.
Of course the really wonderful thing about Valentines Day is the day after….
When chocolate is half price!
That’s the definition of true love right there.
Is it strange that one of my favorite parts of the Grand Canyon was the section where we couldn’t see a damn thing?
Our last stop was the Desert Watchtower, and by the time we got there at the end of the day….
Everything was touched by frozen fog.
It was like walking into a sub zero fairyland.
Misty.
Quiet.
And utterly enchanting.
But also cold AF.
Inside as well as out.
Seriously, you could see your breath in there.
Hello?
Large fireplace…
How about filling it with those overpriced books you’re trying to sell in the gift shop and lighting those babies up?
Tourists be shivering!
As you can see, we couldn’t see.
Anything.
The canyon is right there, outside the windows… but you’d never know it.
And thank you once again government shutdown for interfering with our vacation, we couldn’t even climb to the top.
While the husband went outside to document some info on a plane crash…
I found a reflectoscope….
And more psychotic squirrel warnings.
Leaving the tower…
We walked back through the frozen fog…
And marveled.
At all the sugar coated flora..
Still freezing…
But glad to have experienced it.
While winter may not possess the gentle pastels of spring, the bright greens of summer or the glorious burning of autumn….
It does have it’s own unique color.
These pictures were taken out my winter windows.
And to me……
A Mainer….
They’re just as beautiful as any blooming garden.
Of course I say that from inside the nice warm house….
Not braving the elements like this little guy.
Right hand cold…
Left hand cold…
To hell with this…
Both hands cold.
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