Tag Archives: Winter
We hadn’t expected a beautiful, clear sunny day, but there it was, and we decided on a walk along Asotin Creek, a nearby and fairly frequent destination.
The trail was slick with melting snow, but we sustained no casualties.
The green disc is more likely an artifact than Neptune wandering from its orbit.
Mule deer never seem thwarted by snow-blanketed fields. I enjoy their visits, and I am happy they find fodder on our modest acreage. I am also happy that they leave the rabbitbrush alone.
The temperature is 35° and snow yields to falling rain–but snow continues to prevail on the ground.
Effie wants to be patrolling Effieland, but it’s not her way to embrace rain and cold for very long.
Sometimes monitoring her domain through the window is just the thing.
Earlier this morning before the sun had finished rising over the hills, the scene invoked Homer’s “rosy-fingered dawn.” Still pretty, isn’t it?
Effie pauses to contemplate the wondrous snow that suddenly came to her dominion while she slept comfortably, as always, indoors.
Snow fell last night with more determination than it had yesterday afternoon. The seasonal variations of the basalt hills in our viewshed are always striking, and, to quote an old friend, well worth the price of admission.
Effie heads out into the deepening snow of Effieland. . .
She goes into stalking mode–she alone knows what she stalks with such savvy and grace.