That’s a turtle in the bird bath. He’s a rain gauge.
The deep green, shaggy fir tree is barely seen through the snow.
Just a plain old pine all dressed up for winter.
The ironwood tree
The corner of our drive takes on a whole new look.
It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Mike and I love the walk. That’s me in the picture. Mike is taller and bigger and doesn’t wear a cute little wool coat.
This is what an English dogwood looks like in the wintertime with a grown woman playing silly games around it. But gosh it was fun. Snow brings out the kid in us.
You can see for miles from the top of this hill. Yes, we climbed it. And it ain’t easy. But the view is worth it, especially seen through a veil of snow.
Even the brush looks beautiful on this day.
One legend of this unfinished rock house at the top of the hill has it that a veteran returning from WWI had despaired of the world continuing after such horror, and built himself a doomsday house. There is an open balcony of sorts at the front. From the back you can see into the deep rock cellar. The part that is finished was built to last. But it was never finished. There are as many stories about this house and its builder as there are people to tell them.
This old rutted road climbs up into the ridges behind our house. On one particularly steep turn you can find fossils of tiny sea creatures.
The backyard seen through the living room window.
View from back deck.
Mr. Blue Jay tucked and fluffed right above our deck.
Bird buffet keeps feathered friends at the trough.
Customers usually flock to this many-tiered, high-level eatery.
Cliff face on Blount Mountain gets little sun, even at high noon.
Amazing how the waters freeze in mid-rush.
Brrrr. Hope you’ll join me for more sights later. Keep the home fires burning and stay warm, friends.