We have snow again. I'm not deterred from driving. Work isn't that far away, and now it appears to be above freezing and raining. It's very likely that about 200 yards down from our place there isn't any snow at all.
Sure was pretty to wake up to, though.
Made a little more progress on the porch yesterday. Sunshine, freezing winds ... sure, why not? The boy actually suggested it. I didn't want to, but I recognized the wisdom in seizing the non-rainy day. So we got about another 16 square feet or so done on that. Not much, but the way we have to put it together--that's about 3 hours of work.
I planted (just in time, it turns out) some daylillies donated by my mom for the great multi-acre garden cause. As the average temperature continues to drop, the danger that the extremely hardy roots might succumb to freezing damage rose. They're safe and snug in the earth now. Also joining them: crocosmia and bluebells.
I'm really looking forward to the show next year, assuming that I get all the blackberries beaten back in time.
And our stray foundling, Chase, is slowly learning the house rules. No news yet as far as whether we're going to keep this beautiful, young female herding dog who weighs in at a mere 28 pounds. We have a few days to decide what to do.
It's all about living and loving in the Pac NW with all me aminals, especially the human beans. A husband, two kids, three dogs, two goats, two cats and five chickens (I should dress Beatrice up as a partridge for ... er, never mind) make for a busy life, even if I didn't like to write and paint. Did I say like? Obsess. I obsess to write and paint.