Adeline, otherwise known as Addy, came to visit us with her person last night. I was in bed before they arrived so didn’t get to meet her til this morning. What a little cutie but I tell ya, she never stayed still. Try as I might, she was a hard one to photograph and with limited time on my hands, I only captured a few frames of her. She is half Australian shepard and half fox terrier and twelve weeks old.
Still lots of snow on the ground and with cold nights it is firm enough to walk on. Some days it is slush. Luna and Sam and I have been out quite a bit recently and the dogs are finding lots of interesting smells. Most are from the deer and voles, I think. But you’d have to ask Luna and Sam to know for sure.
Yarrow against the sparkling snow
A serviceberry leaf still clings to the stem.
I think this is a big buckwheat. Or maybe a lomatium. I’m pretty sure it’s a buckwheat. I’ll remember in a couple of months when it starts growing again.
I found this fresh looking pair of antlers under a pine tree. It seems early for sheds.
It’s been a hard two weeks around here. In addition to losing our old dog, we’ve both been sick and there was a series of home maintenance issues to deal with. It looks like we have dealt with the house stuff. Ken is more or less well and I am getting better.
Luna and I really needed some exercise so yesterday we went to Big Valley, despite less than stellar conditions. The weather has been warm and the snow is really, really soft. It was a slow workout, that’s for sure. The sun came out and birds were singing as if Spring is just around the corner. Lots of chickadees and nuthatches and a woodpecker. One other bird sang and I did not recognize its call, didn’t even seem like one I had ever heard before. If I’d had more time, I would have tried to track it down. A merganser drifted down the river and dippers dipped in the cold water.
Looks like some interesting lost and found items
How can a person resist this dog?
Those arrows always puzzle me
She knows the way to the river
Ponderosa Pines are one of my favorite trees
Happy dog!
Yesterday, our dog Kelly passed away. She was just a few days’ shy of her fourteenth birthday and had lived a good healthy life. Kelly was a lab shepard mix adopted at a shelter by my mom in 1998. It seems like a long time ago now. Mom passed away nearly six years ago and I had no way to keep Kelly. After two weeks of trying to find her a new home, Ken, my then-boyfriend, said he’d take her home with him and try to find someone to adopt her. Kelly latched onto Ken and his two dogs and decided she wasn’t going anywhere else. She had found her new home and pack. More time passed and we all came together to form a new pack in our home in the Methow and Kelly was happy here too. She was a good dog and we will miss her. Kelly loved walks and rides in the truck and swimming in mountain lakes. She loved to act like the guard dog, barking ferociously while wagging he tail. She was the sweetest dog.
I imagine her rolling in snowy fields under bluebird skies now
Walking over hill and dale smelling all the smells
And smiling her happy smile
Ken made this last photo of Kelly smiling and wrote this poem.
Snow fell gently
from gray skies
when
our old friend
passed to the other side.
I felt her heart
stop
her breathing, suffering,
ended
and she ran free
again
across open ways
celestial doggie
trails
full of scent
and sun
free
liberated, dissapated
moving on
into memory
on that
other shore
staying with us
always
as our good dog
Kelly…..
Seems like there are always interesting things to see around here.
Mojo’s person was playing hockey. Mojo thought everyone else who came by wanted to throw his slobbery pine cone.
One of the hockey players gets ready to go home. His bike tires have screws for studs.
Mojo was disappointed every time someone skied away from him.
The shuttle took lots of folks up to Mazama to ski the 30k back to town.
Mojo thinks that by the force of his will, he can make me pick up the icky pine cone and throw it for him.
Ken and Luna wanted their picture made in the sign. Well, Ken wanted it – not so sure that Luna did.
My Everyday Photos 