Boy oh boy, what a windy snowy week it's been.
Lots of time indoors to start a new scratched scroll.
Year of the water snake
The wind howled through the trees and around the house.
The old dead tree that the heron used sit atop has broken in two.
We trudged up the mountain on virgin snow.
Boy is that hard work!
The pheasant comes for breakfast every day
It is so strange coming out of our small grocery store
and seeing the biggest eagle
perched on the skinniest branches atop a tree.
Snow, snow and more snow!
Might use up all my white thread soon.