The Wicked Witch Is Dead

If the walk down off the hill wasn’t so treacherous with melting snow and slick mud, I would have been singing the old show tune at the top of my voice.

The project of seedling planted had been expected to take a very busy two weeks to complete. Nature stepped in and thwarted us at every attempt. There was at times too much snow or way too frozen to dig in the ground. Just when the weather looked like it would cooperate another weather front would roll in and it would be several days before another attempt could be made. The whole project became a weighty problem and we were all antsy to get it completed before the seedlings came out of dormancy or the ground became too dry. The short project stretched from two weeks to two months . Continue reading

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A Month Of Snow

Still lingering snow mottles the ground in the shady spots around here at the river level of the farm.

Beautiful sunset colors with a bit of snow left on ground.The sky colors were beautiful blues, roses, and opal whites contrasting with the dark horizon of conifers and the snow on the ground.

With the unusual winter weather looking like it is breaking its hold on us, we will again tackle those projects that have been stagnant while nature takes its course.

Let Me In

The weather has not been cooperating to be able to get the seedlings planted on the hill so we have been keeping busy with other projects around the farm. Snow and frozen ground have that job on hold while orders for firewood have skyrocketed.

Remember the commercial where the excited early shopper pressed her face and hands against the front door while chanting “open, open, open”? I’m not sure what the ad was about or what it was trying to entice me to buy,  but I remember the shopper clearly.

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Evidence Of A Peaceful Slumber

Spots melted in a snowy field.We have our own version of crop circles, very small crop circles.

Rounded spots where the critters had bedded down before the snowfall remained clear while the rest of the field was coated white.

Our little field by the bridge showed exactly where the main herd of cows had spent the snowy night although the critters had gotten up and moved on several hours before sunrise. The little crop circles tell the story of the cold night and sleeping cows.

 

 

Not Only Beaver Fodder

The cows were hanging out around and under the bridge during the night for a little protection from the snow. It was a good location, close enough to the river for a drink, only a few steps away from the hedgerow of blackberry briars that they like to snack on and alder trees close by to moderate the wind.

Black heifer snacking on downed alder in river.From my vantage point on the bridge I could see this heifer had another idea. She waded out into the water to eat the delicate tips off the alder that had fallen.

This is the same alder that the beavers have been busy with trying to bark.

When this heifer realized that I was going across the bridge to start the feeding process, she abandoned her nibbling to join the rest of the herd in their quest to get the the outdoor feeders before we could get them filled with hay.

 

Another Round Of Winter

The next few days should be interesting. Weather reports range from cold rain, an ice event or 8 inches of snow, making it hard to prepare for the upcoming storm. This cold February is not going to give up easily.

At the barn level of the property, we still have traces of snow left from two weeks ago. Seedlings planted in snow.Up in the woods, several inches remain where the open areas of the forest allowed the snow to blanket all the new seedlings.

Our usual Tuesday firewood delivery has been moved up to today, just in case we are not able to get out of the driveway with the load.

This afternoon will be spent checking the drainage around the barns and filling stock tanks in case of power outages. If there is any daylight left after preparations, we will be out in the barn bundling wood for what may be an urgent need for firewood at the stores where we have contracts.

Because Of

Heckled, no. Chided, possibly. Forced, certainly not. I have been getting some flack about the lack of me in my photos of work, play and nonsense on the farm.

It is not because I am camera shy, although it is not my favorite past time. It is more because I am running the camera on most occasions and turning the lens on myself gives outcomes that are… well, simply gruesome.

So for those who have gently reminded me, here is a picture.

Woman and dog in snow.This is after the day of backpacking loads of trees from the drop off sight to the area where the seedlings will be planted.

Here you see me in my glory. Cold feet, drenched with sweat beneath rain gear, gloves soaked from melting snow and Butler the dog being a media hound.

It felt good to get off the hill and into a hot shower after a successful romp in the woods.