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Bucks in the Garden

Sunday was a very pleasant and relaxing winter day for Hubby and me.

Hubby enjoyed working on his model projects, and I spent the day working on sewing projects.

And we both enjoyed the view right outside our window.



Look carefully; there are two bucks snacking on oak leaves.



The Morning After a Winter Snowstorm

“Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.” -Victor Hugo

“One kind word can warm three winter months.” -Japanese Proverb

Winter in the Backyard

I live in the shadow of a mountain, so it takes a while for the sun to shine on my home.  The above photo is what my backyard looked like this morning.

The next photo shows the sunrise from the front of my home.  You can also see part of my driveway.

Winter Sunrise

I am not a photographer, so having light and shadow is a difficult shot for me.

More views from my front yard:

Winter Morning

Winter Morning

I wanted to show a UFO that I have been diligently working on.  I guess I haven’t been diligent enough, but it is getting close.

Remember this?  (I’m not surprised if you don’t!)


Coming soon.

Meyers Falls

Up in our neck of the woods, there once was two small towns, Meyers Falls and Kettle Falls.  As often happens throughout history, one town swallows another, and in this case, Meyers Falls became a part of Kettle Falls.

What remains behind, however, is a lovely place for a walk and a picnic (but not in winter).  In winter, we can still take that walk and observe a different kind of beauty…a partially frozen hydroelectric dam.  It is the oldest continual working source of hydro power west of the Mississippi River.

Meyers Falls is about a 10 minute drive from where Hubby and I live.

Clicking on a photo will show a larger view.

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Hubby always thinks that it is important to put me into a scene…perspective, you know.  LOL!

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Baby, it’s cold out here!

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Sometimes a walk behind the dam will reward you with wildlife.  Not today.

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The interpretive center where one can learn a little history.

And since it was such a gorgeous winter afternoon, we took pictures of the surrounding mountains as well.

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This is a view I am blessed to see everyday by virtue of living across the river.  This little mountain is known as Kelly Hill.

Have you explored your surroundings?

The Beauty of a Snowstorm

There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you…. In spring,  summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the  winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.  ~Ruth Stout

These photos are views of my yard and were taken the morning after a snowstorm last week. 

Enjoy (especially for my friend, Judy)! 







Every mile is two in winter.  ~George Herbert

Winter Has Not Left Yet

Dear beautiful Spring weather, I miss you. Was it something I said? ~”Skipper” Kim Corbin

While many of you are experiencing spring, and loving all the new growth and color that spring brings, I get to be satisfied with a snow storm today.

I am not impressed.

I really, really want to plant the rhododendrons that are sitting in buckets of now frozen water next to my porch.  At least, I do have some green to cheer me up.

Underneath this fresh blanket of white, there are new bulbs and buds peeking out.

Really!  I saw them yesterday!

A Winter Walk in the Garden

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth

Many of us (most of us) are looking forward to spring, but it snowed all night and I woke up to a very foggy and beautiful wonderland.  So I grabbed the camera and headed out to the yard.

Hovering your mouse over the photo will give you a brief description (very brief). 


I heard wings above me as I was out in the fog, and was privileged to have a bald eagle fly directly over me.  I wish I could share the moment with you, but he (or she) came out of the fog, and flew into the fog, with nary a hello or good-bye. 

I am blessed.

The Morning After the Snowstorm

Winter came down to our home one night Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow, And we, we were children once again. ~Bill Morgan, Jr.

The first significant snowfall is always so beautiful.  It is all the more so when the morning sunshine is glistening over the new whiteness of it all.  Enjoy!