Looks like we have about 4 of our predicted 6 inches of snow and it’s still falling. But we have a nice fire going and Lucy and Ripley are snoozed out. Barb made a big pot of chilli and all is right with the world.
Where we live there’s no traffic sounds or city lights and nights like this are peaceful and beautiful. I couldn’t resist sharing a minute with you. If you listen closely you can hear the wind chimes just a couple of feet from where I was standing.
We’ve been iced in since late Friday and even the dogs seem ready for us to get out of the house. We’re tapped at the top of our very steep hill which, like everything else, is covered in break-a-hip ice. No loss of power and net access has allowed both of us to work. I plan to rappel down the hill and hitch to work in the morning. This happens every four or five years, providing a horrifying glimpse of what retirement must be like (shudder). No thanks.
Our two Golden Retrievers love the snow. Lucy, the younger dog, cannot contain her excitement .
It started as sleet and freezing rain and later changed to snow and we woke up to find 12-14 inches on the ground. Ripley and Lucy are frustrated, unable to find their favorite places to take care of business.
I hiked down the hill to take some photos but it is damned cold so I only got about 50 yards. I’ll take another run at it later today. For now, here’s a shot of the deck, road to house, our back yard, another of the back yard, the front of our house and our neighbor’s bench.
The embargo has been lifted on this year’s Golden Retreiver Holiday Card. Barb has mailed to her list but I’ll got right up to New Year’s Eve and still miss some folks. This year’s theme is Mardi Gras. I don’t think this has anything to do with Katrina…Barb just likes the masks.
If you can imagine the patience required to shoot this photograph, you begin to understand how it has been possible for Barb to live with me for 28 years.