We Don't Get Out Much

Yes, it is now March.  This is the sixth month that we have had snow.  Even the chickens are stir crazy.  They can no longer stay inside, even if there is a blizzard outside.

I am not that crazy.

But eventually as Annie says, The sun will come out...

and the weatherman says this is our LAST snow.  He better be right.

No Snowmageddon

After last years bold and audacious winter, this winter was barely a blip. One snow before Halloween and mid-winter flurry and this last gasp... rained away before afternoon. This is my kind of winter.

The Snows of October

Seriously?

If I wanted snow in October I would have moved to Denver or

Alaska or some Scandinavian country. OK, it wasn't a lot of snow, but it was October!

Sun?

Yes, it snowed, again, last night. The good news is, this morning, there was some sun.



Still, I am not the only one who is fed up. Kitty Carlisle has been too grumpy to photograph. Recently she packed her stuff into an Amazon box and tried to mail herself to Key West.



Fortunately, without opposable thumbs, she was unable to tape the box shut.

The sun lasted only 20 minutes and the blizzard is on...

Kitty Carlisle sends a big meow out to her fans who have missed her "smiling" face and pleads with them to "pray" for spring... or to send her a ticket to Key West.

Snow, Snow, Snow

Snow

Snow

Snow

What more can one say!

Winter Wonderland

The first big...

snowfall...

in Shirley.

My very favorite Christmas CD, A Christmas Cocktail by Jaymz Bee & the Royal Jelly Orchestra, is out of print. Here is their rendition of...

Winter Wonderland

What A Difference A Day Makes

Friday in Shirley was sunny and warm (OK, relatively warm.) My excellent contractor, Jon, also doubles as the resident "guy" to do many of those boy-things I choose not to do and to be that extra pair of hands when I need him. We had planned for Friday to be "clean up the garden day." When he called at 9:30, the sky was overcast and I had little hope that we would accomplish anything. Within the hour, the sun had burned off the gloom and it was a glorious spring-like day. The plan was to move some raspberry plants and to remove dead canes for the blackberries. There was a lot of digging and toting to do. We moved about 50 plants, mulched them, and dead headed them for winter. Jon got the often persnickety tiller to start and I tilled the spot where the beans will be planted next spring. We moved the "permanent" bean trellises and cleaned up about a ton of debris. Kitty Carlisle and Teddy joined us in the garden. Teddy had a nice lunch of field mouse. A few of the chickens wandered in for some uncovered insects. A good time was had by all.


Yesterday evening, I showered, made soup, washed clothes, took Aleve and went to bed. This morning when I looked out the window, Doe Run Farm was covered in snow. We managed to get the last of the gardening done in the nick of time! What a difference a day makes.


All morning that song has been running through my head. Here's a fun filled version so you can have it run through your head.

Del Rubio Triplets -- What A Difference A Day Makes.