March 23, 2012



More rabbit tracks on the North
ridge on Wednesday.




Dogs on the North ridge

 


 















Wednesday was an overcast, cold, down day.  No water in the "pond" fortunately.  Thursday began with an inch of new snow, 16 degrees and a cloudless sky.  The sun bounced off the snow and made our eyes scrunch up, but by 1:00 pm it was overcast again.  Our son called.  He is getting ready for a 4-day weekend with the family in their new trailer at Destin Beach in Florida.  Going to try it first close to civilization.  Later they'll go for the campground way up in the Alabama woods.  We're stoking the wood stove and he's turning up the air conditioning.

JB drove down our road Thursday instead of Wednesday to be sure it was passable for his trip Down There today.  Jesse got to go with him, but Dinga stayed at Rose Camp with me.  Just too much strain on her back legs for such a run in the snow.  She's doing so well, we don't want to set her back any.

I fixed one of our favorite meals on Monday, Ham-Apple-Macaroni Bake.  Great comfort food and one effort makes two meals for us.  I  have added the recipe to our "Some of our Favorite Food Recipes" page.  We use Quinoa Pasta, which is gluten free, with more protein, and much tastier than regular   wheat pasta.  A light, nutty taste.

Yesterday I finally cleaned out all of the 2011 papers from our files.  And in doing so realized that they weren't just extra thick.  I had not done this last year. . .

As much as I like winter, this year I am so ready for warm weather and wild flowers.  I'm sure this is partly brought on by talking to our son and hearing about all their outdoor plans in the sun and surf.  And, of course, the fact that Larry and Elsie are in Cancun, Mexico, for ten days.  I'm not a beach person, but I am ready for some nice warm, sunny days.  Ready to go outside without having to dress in six layers.  Ready to sit on our porch or deck in the sun and watch the birds.

Thought for the day:  Life is like riding a bicycle.  You don't fall off unless you stop pedaling.  Claude Pepper, U.S. Congressman