A stand of birch in the forest. These are lovely in the Fall--splashes of brilliant yellow among the green--but this area is inaccessible when it's not Winter. It's all soggy, boggy mud.
Our shadows are still long. This is about 2 p.m:
Heading across the beaver pond:
Evidence that the wind that assaulted us on the river Thursday had evidently been whipping up the snow in this neighborhood as well:
Linden prancing up to the camera:
Autumn amusing herself by zipping around the pond:
The girls under an overhanging pine bough:
Time to go home! The girls take me home:
By the way, Autumn loves her Manmat harness. If I her put her in an X-back (like Linden wears), she puts her nose to the floor, stoops her shoulders, and looks very, very sad. But she likes that Manmat. :)
Lounging around the living room:
The beginnings of last night's dinner:
1 comment:
The snow was pretty packed out on Murphy end of things too. Still some wind out, so all the birds were hanging out in the snow. Good for snowmachining, though I think you like slightly lighter stuff for skiing, eh?
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