Well, hello there

I have little to tell about today; no exciting happenings, nothing new.  
OK, here's something:  Cliff said, "If we keep having winters like this, maybe we will start spending winters in Texas like your sister."  
"I can't see you making it a whole winter without your tractors," I said.  "Perhaps we should try it for one month; we could trailer the Gold Wing down and ride all the time we're there.  I'll check on rental prices for some of the park models down there."  
$1,000 a month ended that discussion.  I suggested we just visit my sister for a week.    


Are you tired of snow pictures yet?  

That's Iris, two-thirds of the way up Angina hill; yes, this is the incline that made Cliff have chest pains every day for over a month.  Lord only knows what kept him from having a heart attack right in the middle of that slope. 

 I wonder what she's looking for?  


Here's something I've been studying up on:  Dogs that don't shed, or shed very little.  When Iris croaks, believe me, I'm going to have my head about me enough to get a non-shedding breed.  I'm not fond of poodles, but I wouldn't mind a poodle mix.  Schnauzers seem like a nice breed.  Yorkies are tiny and cute, but from what I've read they're sometimes difficult to house-break, and will take over if you let them.  I'd consider them, though, just because of the cute factor.  
No, I'm not getting rid of Iris; once I get a dog, it's a commitment, like marriage.  She fits in here just fine, hair and all.  I'm getting used to vacuuming every. single. day.  She's happy with us and, except for the shedding, we're happy with her.  
The preceding pictures were from yesterday's walk; the following ones are from today.  

There's my poor, neglected cabin, surrounded by trees covered with hoarfrost.  

It looks like a Christmas card, doesn't it?  Before our walk in the woods was over, the frost was falling on us in flakes, just like snowflakes.   
Walking was harder today because of the little bit of thawing yesterday.  A crust froze back on top of the snow and really made it difficult.  
That's about all I know for today; hopefully inspiration will visit me tomorrow.

Hoarfrost

hoarfrost |ˈhôrˌfrôst; -ˌfräst|

noun

a grayish-white crystalline deposit of frozen water vapor formed in clear still weather on vegetation, fences, etc.  

We had a pretty landscape to look at when we went for our walk this morning.  

Even the neighbor's weed patch next door was pretty.  Never mind the smudge in the middle of the picture; there's a spot inside my camera lens somewhere.  I tried to fix it and made it worse.  Just pretend like it's a cloud.  

So pretty.  

Everybody told me I'd have to buy a coat for Iris come wintertime because she's so short-haired.  Shoot, she runs so fast and hard she's panting when it's zero.  

Interesting pattern of frost on the gate.  

My icy barefoot tracks from where I got out of the hot tub last night with temperatures in the teens.