Friday, December 16, 2016

Late November

With a layer of snow on the ground it was time to burn the brushpile.

The ice on the pond wasn't strong enough to skate on.  I walked out on it, heard a loud crack, and walked back to shore.

This year I wanted to use my brown ram Ragnar to breed the ewes, so I needed to isolate my other ram, Gunnar.  I covered his pen with burlap so that he would not be able to see Ragnar sporting with the harem.

The cattle panels take quite a beating, but this year Gunnar did not break out.

Ragnar had the ewes to himself for 16 days before I let Gunnar free again.  As you can see in the picture, rams like to rub their horns against saplings like bucks do in the fall.

Fire fascinates us.  Nothing draws a crowd like a burning building.

It both is beautiful and frightening.

And powerful.  A good servant, but a bad master.

Thanksgiving 2016

First snow

The pilgrims arrived.

Carving the turkey.

with stuffing.

Sweet potatoes.

Mashed potatoes.

Cranberry sauce made from wild cranberries is sooooo much better that what comes in a can.

Pumpkin pies from our own pumpkins.

Le plate

This was the first Thanksgiving ever that we celebrated alone as a couple.  You would think it would feel lonely, but it really didn't.  It was relaxed and peaceful.  Besides, most of the gang would be here for Christmas.

In some ways it was like going 40 years back in time when I first sat across a table from this girl.  There was a candle burning on the table on that evening too.

Of course, we weren't completely alone.


The cold November Moon.

Morning mist

Grandma's story time

Time for a walk...

and a good nap in the fresh air.