Winter Is Still Pretty

It's early days so we still think the snow is pretty

And it is when you're indoors. Okay, I did open the door to get this shot.

Our first hoar frost. I always wanted to say that.

This is how Harry celebrates winter; sleeping on the artificial village pretty well makes his day. Mine, not so much.

Four Months and Counting Until Gardening Time

The cats are dying to get out on the deck and try out the snow but I suspect I'd have to wade out to bring them back inside.
Sorry fellas.
Here we are with summer and winter shots of the deck. The huge summer umbrella is neatly wrapped until it can find a reason to unfurl, like a summer day.

I Remember Summer

A giant finger poked a hole in the heavens and the stuffing is falling out. It's snowing hard.

This is a perfect time to look over the garden pictures from last summer.

The outside of my house resembles an army barracks. See for yourself.

I love puzzles and this was just one more to solve--how to make the place look more like, well, a house.

If I had a substantial amount of money then I could alter its appearance. On the other hand if I had a substantial amount of money I probably wouldn't have bought the place At all.

Anyway.

I was looking for the perfect contrast pictures--you now the kind. Perfect pristine lawn, no weeds, wheel barrow out of sight, no sign of litter boxes still drying in the sun, that sort of thing.

Apparently that kind of picture doesn't exist in my world so here we are three years later.
First, the house in its number-under-the-chin beginnings.

Here is the same vantage point taken last summer.




The barracks look is still there but the eye is diverted from the ugly sight.

Just think what I could have accomplished if I'd joined the army.