(at least we hope)
Well, Winter is not letting go gracefully. We've had a couple lovely spring days here and there, but they are vastly outnumbered by the lousy winter-in-its-death-throes ones. I'm actually trying to plant stuff this year, but I have to wait until the silly nights stop freezing. The bulbs are coming up, though, so there is hope that spring will eventually come -- hopefully before our lovely Virginia summer catches up.
So, Valentine's Day. Mr. Pickles is a die-hard grillmaster. Any day it's above freezing is fair game for grilling, according to him.
I am NOT complaining. Grilled steak in February? Why, yes, please!
He finished just in the nick of time, too:
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| that's dedication right there. |
A couple weeks later:
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| those snowballs molded in preparation for battle thawed and re-froze into ice balls -- they probably would have been lethal had they actually been used |
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| sorry, Boston, couldn't help ya out |
One of the things I love about snow is how bright it makes everything. This next one was taken at night. I had to lighten it up a bit for the screen, but this is what it looked like to human eyes.
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| winter morning |
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| I never realize how much of a major highway our yard is for the local fauna until I can see all the tracks left. |
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| won't be using that for a little while... |
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| poor oppressed bush -- wet snow is heavy |
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| after its release (helpful children were more than willing to beat the snow off with sticks) |
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| it was SO bright in the dining room we had to put out the awning! |
So long, Winter! You were pretty while you lasted. Now it's time to bid you farewell until next year.
...please?
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