Not complaining. It's better than brown.
The red rosehips on my Rosa Alba seemed to be more colorful as well.
It was one of those mornings where little ice crystal snowflakes drift softly through the air. It was very, very cold.
Except for this one spot on the hot tub. Nice and cozy in there. Steam was rising.
I was going to sew but my daughter called and wanted me to meet her for lunch in between her classes. How could I refuse? We had minestrone soup and a caesar salad at our favorite Italian restaurant. Driving home, I snapped some pictures because it was so pretty out.
Everyone's house and property looks magical with a new blanket of white. And, because we get so much sun here, these days oftentimes don't last, so I appreciate them while they are here.
I turned off the main road to drive the back way to our house. This little brick Church sits on the corner of the highway where we turn off.
We are surrounded by small reservoirs and right now many have frozen edges and top layer and are covered in snow.
The road and reservoir closest to our home
Near the reservoir. If there was smoke curling up from the little chimney it would be perfect.
These are the big ditches that run along some of the roads out here. They carry the water in the summer that feed into the individual ditches of the farmers' crop lands.
There's our road up ahead on the left
Turning onto our road. Cornfield on the right.
P.S. Here was the cornfield last September. From this post.
And here is the same view now. Aah. The contrast. Love it.
Headed up our road.
The little horse ranch on our road. With the big Champion Palaminos.
And there's home sweet home - next house on the left.
I guess this is one of the major reasons I originally dreamed of living here. A bit of land. A dirt road. Farm animals. And nature's inspiration - the four seasons.