There’s a trio of trees down by the lake and I’ve been watching them start to change. For someone used to the phenomenon, it is probably no big thing, but to me, it’s a little bit miraculous. I’ve never seen anything quite like it.
Every few days, I go take a picture and they are always changing.
I hadn’t been in a bit, so today was especially shocking.
We’ve been doing all the yardwork. Seriously. ALL the yardwork. Clearing the yard is a huge task – this was the first portion of the first day and only about 10×15 feet of the front of the house.
We’ve filled their slash pile by now, I think.
This is basically what we’re having to clear in places, all the way down to dirt.
It’s not all yardwork, though.
As you know from previous posts… there’s a lot of eating. There’s also walking down to our lake and watching ducks and dragonflies.
And experiencing proper weather for the first time in 18 years.
There has also been some re-evaluation of the idea that the cats will be unable to get into the upstairs bedrooms when the doors are closed. They jump higher than we thought and it’s an A frame with walls that don’t go all the way up so that the heat can circulate.
Yeah. Totally rethinking that one.
I think we can officially lose the appellation of Flatlanders in about 5 months, after we’ve survived our first full winter on the mountain. Till then we’re “those nice kids from LA, gosh we hope they make it.”
We’re totally going to make it. We were meant to be mountain people.