Now fades the last long streak of snow,Now burgeons every maze of quickAbout the flowering squares, and thickBy ashen roots the violets blow. Now rings the woodland loud and long,The distance takes a lovelier hue,And drown’d in yonder living bluThe lark becomes a sightless song.Alfred, Lord Tennyson Winter is slowly fading from view for us. …
It snowed a bit again but judging by the weather report it looks to be the last of it for a while. It may even be the last snow of winter, we'll see. Yesterday as I was sitting at the window watching the snow fall and waiting for her new family to come get her, …
My little squirrel friends have been back every morning, raiding the bird feeder much to my delight and much to the dismay of the starlings (lol). Those poor, poor dears. I did start refilling the flower box feeder outside the bay window upstairs again just so the sparrows and finches and chickadees could get something …
My camera roll is full of reminders of why I love winter so much here, despite being quite ready for spring. There's just something about all the snow and the way it makes the mountains here look so, well, mountainy. Majestic, even. I'm kinda going to miss waking up to those frosty morning views... I …
Instead of spending all day glued to the news, which a lot of us are (for good reason), I will be re-watching Wartime Farm with Ruth, Peter and Alex. If you haven't seen it, I can't recommend it enough! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUsU5s0ofYo I learn so much every time I watch these shows and while realistically much of …
Empty Nest Homesteading 