Whatever we call it, and there are a variety of monikers, this January full moon was magnificent as it rose through the trees this evening. Alas, the clouds have taken it, but the energy still hangs in the air. And while we have no wolves here, the coyotes are howling in the western creek.
Through the east woods
It has been a day of few pictures and some hard work. The horses had another day of balancing on snowballs in their feet. I imagine this as a form of exercise for them.
Kevin delivered a load of hay, to my delight, so we are well stocked, and perhaps will not need hay until this year’s crop is baled. I am pretty pathetic at throwing hay bales, always have been, but it is a very satisfying feeling to have a shed full in January.
Meanwhile, Harry and his trusty sidekick, Weedy, went off to the recycling center with a car full of plastics and metal and glass. Unfortunately, it is Martin Luther King Day, and the center was closed. Undeterred, Harry (and another man, who arrived behind Harry) put the recycling items over the fence, and then climbed into the facility, distributing everything into the appropriate containers. There is a sign warning people of video surveillance, so I am hoping we will not be visited by the sheriff for breaking into the recycling center!
Weedy in his bomber jacket (inherited from Petro)
Barn work and snow shoveling took up most of the day. I was hoping for more melt than we got, and there are trucks coming tomorrow, so we needed to clear some areas.
Snowy woods 
Snow has melted from bronze bunny 
The ginger boys suggest a break from work to adore them 
Cedar still has no diagnosis, but her drinking and peeing continue to disrupt our lives. She is such a good dog, it breaks our hearts to see her life upended. She is sleeping in the mud room at night, and wakes us with barks when she needs to go out. We are getting sleep deprived, and she is getting hoarse from barking!
Daytime bed rest for Cedar
Here is a flashback to a snow day in 1986, when Harry’s wonderful horse, Willi, was pressed into service for skijoring – pulling a person on skis. Harry is riding him here, with Crackle and Smoke running alongside. The skier (Anne) is out of the picture. This was before safe headgear was invented.
Arthur is thriving in his new home. We received this picture today. Note his adorable tongue! What a lucky, happy cat!
We had another beautiful evening sky…
And a beautiful evening barn…
Be safe, be well. Peace.
All beautiful, yes it is all heartwarming. Weedy in his bomber jacket, the ginger boys, poor Cedar and you, the long old age times. Frank Fleischaker, SR. from MN was diagnosed with leukemia in his 60’s. He told his family, “Life is short, and dying’s long.” Sad, our beloved pets sometimes find this to be true. What on earth could be the issue with Cedar? Etta send her supportive love.
Very pleased to know that Arthur is so happy.