Spring Springs on Ester Dome

Driving up the Dome Road:


View from the top. I'm sure I've posted this before, probably in every season!



(OMG I think Linden is taking a crap in this photo!)



Linden is happy!


Alaska-Blue sky:


The girls have only just begun shedding their Winter coats, so they overheat easily. I sat down to take a breather with them, and they sat down very. close. to. me.








This is the first thing I see each morning:


Taking Henderson Road down:






The highway home. I have a difficult commute, but I suck it up. :)


Looking up in my yard. I have sad, spindly aspens. :/


A ladybug!

My Commute

This is my view during my commute:





Here is the last piece of log of my Giving Tree. The tree had died standing last Summer, so I had it cut down so it wouldn't fall on the cabin. Then finally last week I had that nice man come cut it to lengths for me, and I split it last night. It took me about 4 hours, a quart of water, two bowls of chicken rice soup, and a fried egg sandwich.



See how it split clean in two? That is a great wedge! I love everything Estwing makes, and I wish they made more stuff instead of just a limited product line. But I have their hammer, axe, and wedge, and I'm absolutely drooling over their beautiful little hatchet. But how could I justify buying a little hatchet? What would I do with it?

Here is my pile, as I'm about two thirds done. That was a big tree! Thank you, tree, for giving your life so I could burn you for warmth, and use your stump for picnics and for splitting wood.

I drew a line

I still had wood that needed to be cut to length. Maybe a third of a cord of full-length logs that were cut and stripped when the land was cleared, a pile of miscellaneous 2-foot logs, also dating from when the land was cleared but heaped into an unexplainable pile, and finally, a giant black spruce that had died standing, and that I had cut down last Summer. It was in 4-ft lengths.

I have never used a chain saw, so I figured I'd hit up Sam's dad, who used to work for a lumber mill, for lessons, then rent one.

Then I actually began to think about the reality of me + chain saw and thought... meh. I went to Craigslist and found a guy who cut all my logs to length for $60! Totally worth it. And I still have two arms and two legs!

So... sorry to disappoint those of you who root for kick-ass Alaska girl to do everything, but I think my chosen course displayed the better part of valor. :)

Path of Least Resistance

Problem: The screen door catches on one spot near the top, so when you open it, you need to push or pull on that spot along with the handle.

Solution: Measure the amount of the screen door frame that needs to be ground off. Then shrug and move the door handle to that spot.



There, I fixed it!

It helps if dogs supervise:

Comments

Blogger is eating my comments, so here are some comment responses:

1) Mudder: Those comment counts include the ones that Blogger ate, so that is the reason for the discrepancy.

2) Rena: I adore giant dogs and would love to have a malamute or a newfie, but unfortunately they have shorter life expectancies and and prone to a host of health problems that even slightly smaller dogs escape. And yes, I could easily spin the girls' undercoats into yarn as I comb them out in the Spring, but then I'd smell like a dog! There is a woman who sells knit husky hats at the farmer's market. She's actually quite skilled and even weaves patterns of grey and white. :)

3) Dingo Dave: Sorry, no P-rated photos for you!

Huh

After fielding a few confusing blog posts, I've figured out that Dingo Dave has tagged me for the latest and greatest meme. You're supposed to go to the eighth folder of photos, pick the eighth photo, and talk about it.



It's the girls' butts while 'joring. :)

Behbeh fuzzy behbehs and lambos and behbehs!

Yesterday was the best day ever for fuzzy things. The Farmer's Market opened for the summer, and for opening day, they had a petting zoo. Certain friends of mine were there, partially growned up. There were also woolly woollies from White Fireweed Farm.

Duckies!


Woollies!


Behbeh human meets behbeh woollies:


Then I headed to Calypso Farm to meet the new lambos.

Awwww... he's shy.


Sunning themselves. They are already bouncing and binkying!


Sabrina nursing. Sabrina's funny, isn't she?


Bridget's a happy mama:


She smiles at her behbehs:


And who can blame her?


I got to hug a lambo!


And of course I had to make my obligatory goat visit: