It snowed about 10" here Friday. While Pappa Bear was running to Waconia for ATV parts Sat. afternoon, I stole some time to tromp around the yard in my snowshoes, which have gotten very little use the last few winters.
First, I walked around the perimeter of the pasture. They boys were wondering what this new curious thing the Hooman was doing.
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When I would stop to snap their photo, they would look away as if to say, "Who, me?"
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Boo has gotten so much more courageous, from being too timid to leave Honeywiese's side, to being the first one to come up and investigate my snowshoes.
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After leaving the pasture, I headed across the yard towards the back woods. Hard to believe only a month and a half ago we were all sitting around a roaring bonfire on a balmy late-fall night watching the stars pop out.
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Don't you just love how shadows in a snowy woods are all blue/grey/purply?
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More beautiful than any hooman-decorated Christmas tree.
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Just past this fringe of woods are fields and more farms.
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As with many things in my life lately, it all begins, and ends, on a farm.
Blessings -
2 comments:
i want to come visit you! gorgeous! and the alpacas complete the picture. :)
Thank you! If you get to MN we are just 30 miles west of the Minneapolis airport, we'd love to have you!
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