I know many of you (especially some of you living where you don't usually even get snow in the winter) think I've slipped a cog or two for rejoicing at snowfall, but we've continued to be short of the stuff which could mean the threat of forest fire this spring in our heavily forested area.
Although we had a high temp of only 10 degrees (but above zero!), around noon time we bundled up, tossed granddog, Tucker, in the car and drove about two miles from home to experience the fresh air and exercise while beautiful, large, fluffy flakes fell.
Hubby had just received a new pair of insulated, slip-on chore boots he badly needed so decided to try them out. They felt fine while we were out, but then last night when he slipped them on for a last outside check, he noticed some very sore spots on his feet and legs where the boots had rubbed. Turned out to have not been a good idea to wear them for the first time on a hike, but haven't we all done a similar thing in the past? I know I have.
On our hike, the snow did stop about halfway through, but the covering on the ground was still gorgeous. Got a total of maybe 5-6" which isn't much for us, but we're glad for what we can get this late in the season.
We followed a snowplow part way home, but you can't see it ahead of us because of the light and fluffy snow blowing behind it.
This is on our driveway part way in to the house.
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As I wrote in an e-mail to a friend earlier this morning, I'm having trouble with guilt creeping up on me and spoiling the time I've been spending knitting lately. I'm nearly done with my second pair of socks, and am already thinking of the skein of yarn I want to pull from my stash for the next pair.
My *&$%^! guilty conscience keeps reminding me of all those inside household-y jobs I could/should be working on now during this last month or so of winter. I think I'm going to have to employ the ol' timer trick. Set the timer for one hour when I will work like a busy little beaver on a project from the "should do" list and then reset the timer for another hour in which I can sit and knit.
Okay, I'm off to get the timer . . . but not before I check both wood stoves. We had a low of -16 this morning. Winter time is still with us.