From the looks of the trailer, we're grounded until the snow melts.
Boss is all bundled up in his winter coat and doesn't mind taking a vacation.
But he does wish that darn bird would get off his back!
With preparations for Christmas in full swing, I've had little time to post and almost no time to visit other blogs (a common problem right now, I'm sure), but I'll do my best to catch up later.
Meanwhile, happy holidays to all!
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December 21, 2009
December 17, 2009
Available Until Spring
Cozy fixer-upper nests for lovebirds with growing family. Excellent neighborhood. Reasonable rent!
Unfurnished. No central heat, but plenty of insulation. Great ventilation and lofty views.
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December 15, 2009
The Vibrant Virtuosa
V is for Voice.
Our versatile varmint could well be vaulted to vocal fame by this video. If you venture to view it, you will ventilate over her well-versed and vigorous talent. If only she had a violin accompaniment, her sotto voce tones would vibrate like a vicar's vespers. She is a vesicle of pure operatic talent, don't you agree? And yet, she is no vain vixen. She never has the vapors nor does she flutter her lashes behind a veil. She would be the victor in any contest, I think, but she does not seek to validate her venerable vocals on TV or to any other vast audience. She does not wish to become more visible. She is satisfied with her own valorous, velvety value.
What? Her voice is vexing, you say?
Vamoose then, before this veers into a violent vendetta vis-a-vis your vile and vulgar taste!
For more of Denise Nesbitt's ABC's, click here.
Our versatile varmint could well be vaulted to vocal fame by this video. If you venture to view it, you will ventilate over her well-versed and vigorous talent. If only she had a violin accompaniment, her sotto voce tones would vibrate like a vicar's vespers. She is a vesicle of pure operatic talent, don't you agree? And yet, she is no vain vixen. She never has the vapors nor does she flutter her lashes behind a veil. She would be the victor in any contest, I think, but she does not seek to validate her venerable vocals on TV or to any other vast audience. She does not wish to become more visible. She is satisfied with her own valorous, velvety value.
What? Her voice is vexing, you say?
Vamoose then, before this veers into a violent vendetta vis-a-vis your vile and vulgar taste!
For more of Denise Nesbitt's ABC's, click here.
December 14, 2009
Frosted Flakes
On Sunday morning, the snow came down in big frosty flakes:
White blanketed the neighbor's horses:
Boss pawed for grass:
Mischief (wisely) hung out in the shed and munched hay:
Daisy frolicked (as she always does):
The bird feeder was in demand:
One day later, sun sparkles on the pasture, and the ice-encased trees wink at the clearing sky:
White blanketed the neighbor's horses:
Boss pawed for grass:
Mischief (wisely) hung out in the shed and munched hay:
Daisy frolicked (as she always does):
The bird feeder was in demand:
One day later, sun sparkles on the pasture, and the ice-encased trees wink at the clearing sky:
December 13, 2009
December 12, 2009
Starlings' Party
December 11, 2009
Winter Wonderland
Our granddaughter chose to be born during the first good snowfall of the year. We didn't take any photos of the weather on that dark and stormy night, but some glorious weather followed.
A blue sky over the Wasatch Range's snow-covered peaks - even taken from a shopping center parking lot - is a glorious sight.
To clarify, this is the view from a Salt Lake City parking lot (we were visiting the grandbaby and shopping in the big city this past week). We see the mountains from Roosevelt, but they aren't as dramatically close.
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A blue sky over the Wasatch Range's snow-covered peaks - even taken from a shopping center parking lot - is a glorious sight.
To clarify, this is the view from a Salt Lake City parking lot (we were visiting the grandbaby and shopping in the big city this past week). We see the mountains from Roosevelt, but they aren't as dramatically close.
For more beautiful and varied sky views, click here.
December 10, 2009
Our Littlest Sweetheart
On Sunday evening, we greeted our newest grandchild.
Meet our little sleeping beauty:
She's beautiful when she's awake, too!
She is our fourth grandchild, but the only one within easy driving distance. We returned home today, but we'll see her again over the holidays. She really is a special Christmas treat!
Meet our little sleeping beauty:
She's beautiful when she's awake, too!
She is our fourth grandchild, but the only one within easy driving distance. We returned home today, but we'll see her again over the holidays. She really is a special Christmas treat!
December 7, 2009
Christmas Treat
December 5, 2009
Berry Hawkish
We first saw this hawk diving into some bushes near the bird feeder, trying to catch a sparrow. He didn't succeed. Later, we found him perching on the crabapple tree, watching us watching him. Our best guess is that he's a juvenile Cooper's Hawk.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coopers_Hawk
Do you agree?
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Thanks very much to Oh My Goddess. She presented me with the December 4th post of the week Goddess Award for my recent post Very Berry.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coopers_Hawk
Do you agree?
For more cute or unusual critters, click here.
Thanks very much to Oh My Goddess. She presented me with the December 4th post of the week Goddess Award for my recent post Very Berry.
December 3, 2009
The Eagle Has Flown
I got out to sneak closer for a photograph, but it flew before I got very far. It was a huge bird with a white tail. Its head also appeared to be white.
A bald eagle? If so, it must have been migrating south, because it wasn't close to any body of water at that point. Many bald eagles congregate along the Green River in the winter. Perhaps that was its destination.
December 1, 2009
Tacky, Tawdry, and Tarnished
T is for Trash.
Finding trash along the trail really ticks me off. It's enough to give me tachycardia.
Near a two-track, tripping over trash is all too common.
Do not litter our terra firma.
Take care of our terrain, and be thankful it tolerates our sometimes unintentional, always tactless mistreatment.
Finding trash along the trail really ticks me off. It's enough to give me tachycardia.
Near a two-track, tripping over trash is all too common.
Trash from thirst quenching,
or simply lost.
For all of which I threaten a thrashing.
Leave no trace, I entreat these untidy tenants of Mother Earth.Do not litter our terra firma.
Take care of our terrain, and be thankful it tolerates our sometimes unintentional, always tactless mistreatment.
As they thrust their tedious waste upon earth's tenuous tableau, what are people thinking? Or are they thinking at all?