You may take blue skies for granted during the summer, but during a Copper Country winter even a small patch of blue is a jewel.
While we rarely get the bitterly cold weather common to Northern Minnesota, we have already gotten several below zero nights.
Evening grosbeaks at our bird feeder.
An evening spent in the garage drilling holes in the seat blanks for two rocking chairs. I align the pencil lines on the seat with one on the table in order to get the right angles for the legs, back spindles and armrests. Once this is done, the hardest part is over.
Savu got left behind when Jonathan took Kalevi skijoring...
...and expressed his dismay in true Siberian Husky fashion. A chorus of huskies howling is a beautiful, wild sound.
Getting a Christmas tree. This spruce was about 25 feet high, but as it is close the garden, I felt justified in felling it....
for the top eight feet.
Another patch of blue on a cold, blustery day.
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