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Possibility – Revisited

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First posted in April of 2013. I was doing a review of old images and this one resonated anew for me this morning…

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January 29, 2023 at 10:57 am

Just Leaves

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January 14, 2023 at 10:51 am

Ventured Out

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Apparently, the horses were just waiting for nightfall to venture out into the deep snow covering the hay field. Their meandering trails made for an interesting pattern beneath the colorful dawn sky yesterday morning.

It was around -5°(F) but the horses appeared unperturbed by the cold, even though there was frost on some of their whiskers and eyelashes. By noon, it had warmed to the mid-teens and their attitude had noticeably changed.

They showed a much greater interest in stuffing themselves with hay at noon. That preoccupation was a helpful distraction, allowing me to put blankets on all of them in advance of extreme weather coming in the days ahead. I think they were wise to the threat and were stoking their furnaces in advance. 

Probably why they were so accepting of my fumbling around to get the blankets on them. They seem to sense what lies ahead in the weather department.

I got the barn and hay shed loop plowed yesterday and it was just as tricky as I suspected because of the depth of the snow. By taking it slow and moving half-plow-blade amounts of snow at a time, I accomplished my goal. After parking the ATV back in the shop garage, I headed down to clean up the edges with a shovel and was surprised to find the feed delivery van parked at the barn, unloading bags.

They showed up a day early to avoid making deliveries in wild weather.

It’s a good thing I ventured out to plow when I did. This incident encourages me to not let things wait until the last minute. If I had waited any longer to get that part of the drive plowed, those 50 lb. bags of feed would be piled in the snow at the edge of the driveway and I would have been carrying them down to the barn by myself.

Sounds like winter is going to come in like a lion this year. There’ll be no worrying about whether or not it will be a white Christmas around these parts.

Ho, ho, ho.

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December 20, 2022 at 7:00 am

Like Winter

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Even though it’s not officially winter yet, it feels a LOT like winter out there. The days are short; there is a lot of snow and freezing cold. The winter solstice occurs on Wednesday this week. It seems to me that the shortest day of the year should be the middle of winter.

I was so entertained by the sun dogs yesterday morning that I took a lot of pictures.

Beyond the awesome spectacle of the mystical rainbow circle around the sun, my eyes are drawn to the wonderful contrasting snowscape out in the hay field compared to inside the paddock.

I like being able to see evidence of where the horses are spending their time. The gates to both the hay field and the back pasture are open for them to wander out whenever they choose. Once the snow gets deep, they are more inclined to stay close to their hay, the waterer, and the shelter of the overhang.

I can’t say I blame them. I’d love to take a day off after wrestling for hours yesterday with the long handle of the snow rake to clear snow off the roof on the back side of our house. The extended length of the handle catches on deck railings and tree branches behind me while my attention is focused on moving the business end of the rake up on the roof. It’s a lot of work for my arm muscles, mostly reaching over my head.

There will be no rest for the weary today. I have yet to plow the area in front of the barn and around the hay shed. It won’t be simple because the depth of snow, including a significant drift, is approaching the limitations of the ATV and its plow blade. Since I prefer to not rely on the diesel tractor, for a variety of reasons, I will work slowly and methodically on the Yamaha Grizzly to at least get a lane open to the barn for the delivery of horse feed tomorrow.

Of course, more snow is expected to fall this week so a new round of plowing and shoveling will continue to dictate my activities in the foreseeable future.

It’s a good thing I like winter so much. No mosquitos and no snakes. However, sometimes there can be a lot of snow.

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December 19, 2022 at 7:00 am

Moon Ablaze

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I needed to walk our trash bin down to the road last night, a trek that would normally have been time spent with Delilah. [sad face] The moon has been so bright the last few nights, I was looking forward to seeing if we would get another good viewing. As I crested the hill before the road, there was no moon in sight. 

It was too early. The sky to the west was speckled with clouds but I figured the moon would show through enough to see in the east.

By the time I had walked the rest of the way to the road and back to the top of the hill again, I turned to find the first hint of the rising moon. Having caught sight of it just as it appeared on our horizon, I decided to stand and watch the rotation of the Earth bring it higher in our sky.

When the full circle of moonlight was visible, I took a picture of how it looked.

It was as if it was on fire!

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December 9, 2022 at 7:00 am

Rings

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December 8, 2022 at 7:00 am

And Again

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She did it again. Cyndie took another captivating cell phone picture of the moon rising. It’s my lead story this morning.

It’s my only story this morning.

We are enjoying gorgeous days (July weather in October) and fabulous nights (September weather in October). Maybe it will rain tonight.

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October 11, 2022 at 6:00 am

Autumn Views

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Picking up where I left off yesterday, here are four more wonderful photographs Cyndie captured revealing the colorful autumn views we have been enjoying this year.

Standing in the labyrinth, first, the view looking out…

Then, she turned around to capture the view looking toward the woods…

The one thing we didn’t take a picture of was the crime scene in our kitchen when we got back from feeding the horses in the afternoon. I saw it first and put up a gate to keep Delilah from going in. Cyndie was outside tending to our landscape pond and without blurting my shock over the scene, I hinted that something happened in the kitchen.

I asked her if there was a cover on the wine bottle. She didn’t take the bait and simply said, “Yes.”

I told her I thought Pequenita had been up on one of the kitchen counters.

It was the short counter between the stove and refrigerator where some onions and potatoes are stored. Obviously, an opened bottle of wine with a stopper in it was also there.

The basket of onions had fallen off the backsplash and probably tipped the bottle over. The stopper was on the floor by the center island and red wine was splattered all over the tile floor. I asked if it would stain the tiles.

It didn’t. Cyndie said it didn’t look like the cat had lapped up anything spilled on the floor. She must have leaped and run away in a panic. There were no visible paw prints in the mess. I found Pequenita curled up on a blanket on the couch up in the loft, acting as if nothing had happened.

As we were falling asleep last night, I asked Cyndie if there was any way that basket could have fallen on its own and knocked over the bottle.

Without hesitation, she convicted ‘Nita, despite the lack of incontrovertible proof. Yeah, I’m okay with that. That was my first impression, after all, upon discovering the unexpected autumn color splashed all over our kitchen floor.

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October 10, 2022 at 6:00 am

Cyndie’s Handiwork

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She enriches my life immeasurably in countless ways and today I would like to share a few morsels of her splendor. The produce garden Cyndie hastily planted last spring during the distracting interruption of a knee replacement surgery has now run its course. Last of all the plants to be pulled from the dirt was a stalk of Brussels sprouts that offered edible buds roughly the size of peas.

They were delicious, but at that size, and based on my gut’s eventual reaction, I fear I may have eaten too many in one serving.

Something interesting showed up on our counter and I had to ask what it was.

“A pumpkin!” she says.

In trying to figure out how to describe the size from memory, I decided it could compare to a tennis ball. Looking at the photo again this morning, it reminded me more of a clementine orange. Cyndie disagreed and pulled out a clementine to show me them side by side as proof. The little orange was definitely bigger.

She felt it was more like a lime and pulled one from the fridge to compare. Nope. Even the lime was bigger.

We’ve concluded the little pumpkin compares closer to a ping-pong ball.

Apparently, the dry year we’ve had has squelched the size of some of the garden produce.

One of the best contributions Cyndie provides in support of my blog (beyond the endless fodder for entertaining stories) is the great images she captures on her phone.

The other night as the moon was climbing through clouds while she was walking Delilah, she snapped this gem:

It’s like a painting.

I am a really lucky guy to have this artist’s handiwork in my life.

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October 9, 2022 at 10:31 am

View Within

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Living in farm country has exposed me to the life cycle of cultivated crops and I was just commenting to Cyndie the other day how entire fields of soybeans suddenly all turn from green to yellow-brown in about a day. I wondered what it is they trigger on. The hours of sunlight? The reduced angle of the sun? Some particular overnight low temperature?

Boom. All at once, the field is no longer green.

Walking through our woods yesterday, I realized some of the ground cover that grows beneath the canopy has abruptly traded its green color for yellow.

That is a blurry photo but I am using it anyway because it still shows exactly what I’m describing.

Driving through the countryside to see the fall colors won’t show you this version of autumn. The view from within the forests of the fading greenery provides a different perspective of transformation after summer is over.

I did succeed in capturing a couple of other views from yesterday that weren’t as blurry.

It won’t be long before our boardwalk will become entirely obscured by a thick blanket of leaves. You won’t see any of the wood blocks after the maple trees drop their leaves.

The views from within the forest of the changes from summer to fall are a wonderful compliment to the brightly colored tree tops available from a distance.

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October 3, 2022 at 6:00 am