Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Neighbor Loman e-mailed me today:
"Hi Chris, and welcome back to the neighborhood! . . . It's nice that you painted your house red as during the winter we knew it was blizzarding out when we couldn't see it."
He added, regarding the tenacious blanket of snow:
"Your house looked like a giant strawberry sitting in cool whip all winter."
The cool whip is melting, though. Dunn County's dirt roads are muddy messes.

Spent the evening feeding old shingles to a snapping bonfire in my yard. Pleasant duty with full moon, flames, and coyote songs.

Soon grass can be planted.

Before the thaw:

The mound to the lower left is where the cedar shingles laid buried.


Flying Mermaid said...

Wow! As much as I've got no use for snow, it is quite lovely in its abundant pristine state, marred only by bird tracks!

Charlene said...

That is one cute little house!

Anonymous said...

Who's little trails are those? Rabbits? Jessica

Chris Sand said...

leprechaun tracks most likely :)