Thursday, December 3, 2015

The Pond Hockey Season Opener

Sunny days + clear, cold nights = good ice

The bucket serves as the goal.


A future star on our farm club.

By noon the ice had developed a number of crossover cracks.  The pond is only four feet deep, but the prospect of a polar bear dip held little appeal.

Daylight in the Swamp!

This tree blocked a little too much of the sky from our kitchen window.  In the winter time you want all the sunshine you can get during a short day and a low sun.

So, since I had extra hands available, down it went. "Daylight in the swamp" was a term loggers used in the old days when a big tree went down and opened the canopy overhead.

That evening we burned our brushpile....(yes, those are Christmas lights on that big spruce)

...brushpiles, that is.  I told Mik to flash his headlamp at passing cars so nobody would call the fire department.

A little too big for roasting marshmallows.


Somebody had raspberry jam with her breakfast.
We had pretty much the whole gang together ....
Grandpa  cleaned his plate...
Cranberry sauce this time.

While we were putting away chow....

...something really important was happening at the hospital.

Momma happily resting after a job well done!

Our second grandaughter.

First Snow

Hmmm...I wonder if my paws will get cold?
Home on the range
So where is the grass?


Being a grandpa is not hard to get used to...

We planted all these trees as small saplings....

Sampo finally got grandpa's old tractor fired up.  Tractors are a only a very short step from the sandbox.  Every boy wants one.


A touch of frost on the grass.

These four guys were turned into delicious, nutritious, grass-fed steaks and chops a few days later.  And yes, I know that they are cute and that I am heartless.