Springtime Blahs

Winter is winding down. Last weekend was so warm that we abruptly decided to quit skiing on the river. Our last time then was when we crashed a race! I had forgotten that the race was that day, but they didn't mind that we were on the course. We saw some friends who were racing, including couple MS and ET, who are both Canadian long-distance skiers and who think skiing 40 miles is a stroll in the park. MS won with race in the 3-dog skijor division with Cricket in lead, back before DL and I got Cricket.

Our second-to-last time on the river was a spectacular morning!

I accidentally shot a VERY short video.

Well now skiing is done for. The trails aren't safe due to the moosey situation, and the river is not safe any more. Mud will be here soon, and so will mosquitoes. I have the springtime blahs. I made another pie, this one blueberry-rhubarb. The fruit looks so cheerful.

Mmm spontaneous pie!

I like pie!

Pie! Pie! Pie!

Cricket got a BELLPELLER!!!

And Miss Thistle, too, got a BELLPELLER!!!

She has such deep, round eyes that stare into my SOUL.

Happy Pi Day!

Yesterday was pi day, so I made a peach pi.

From frozen peaches. It is DL's favorite.

It came out pretty good!

The girls prefer aaaaaaaapple.

Mmmmm! Aaaaapple!

They like aaaaaaaapple!

Aaaaaaaaaappple!

Mr. Orphaned Moosey Baby has been hanging around our section of the neighborhood for a couple of months now. He seems comfy and healthy and a good weight, and and has settled down since the first shock of losing his mama (she was hit by a car). The Alaska Department of Fish and Game literature suggests that a calf can survive without its mom as early as its first fall, so I hope this little guy makes it. The girls and I sometimes do extra-long runs, and sometimes do extra-short runs, to avoid him. He sees us and is not as short-tempered as he was a few weeks ago. I sure hope he makes it to summer and lives out a glorious moosey life and makes many moosey babies! I've decided to call him Ishmael. Ishmael was an outcast who became a father of great nation. So I think it's a good name for an orphaned moosey boy.

Silly Dog Photos

Miss Thistle patiently waiting for our morning run.

Cricket snuggling

Cricket snuggling harder

Cricket can be alarmingly violent with her affections.

Finally she settles into a normal cuddle.

This is what I see when I pick up my apple in the afternoon.

She likes apples!

And she likes bell peppers! She always supervises my supper prep.

Cricket gets in on the action.