After a great many weeks with more days in the minus twenties than we care to count, temperatures in our neck of the woods have bounced upwards recently. Getting outside for a ski, a snowshoe or just to do chores, has been much more enticing on these milder days, though in the evenings we invariably find ourselves clustered back around the woodstove.
Of course, the pets need no excuse; they curl up by the Ironheart whenever it pleases them, which is often. And when we can, we curl up with them.
Reggie and the kittens by the Ironheart
Toffee, intrigued by the woodstove
The kittens have discovered that we lead lives outdoors
Out for a ski
Getting ready for a run down the hill
Back inside cuddled up with pets
Kittens snoozing with the teenager
Waking to an outside temperature of -25 C this morning, I kicked into a different gear. When it’s that cold (about -12 for readers who use Fahrenheit), we try to head straight outside with extra food for the chickens. I was particularly grateful this morning for the fact that we finally got a water heater hooked up in time for this winter; not having to handle the water on these sub-zero days is rather nice.
Reggie came out with me this morning, and hardly seemed to notice the cold. He took his time to check out whatever scent may linger in the snowprints of various small animals that have tracked across our hillside. I love the pale blue tinge to the snow at that time of day, and the soft warmth of the light coming from the east. It was worth it to slow down a little and pay attention. It always is.
There is no denying that fall is here. Nights are comfortable for sleeping, the leaves of plants left in the garden are curling up, geese squawk their way overhead in ragged lines, and a stroll down into our valley in the evening is noticeably chill. For a dog, it’s a great time to pick up on scents that linger in the air.
He may not be towering over us (yet) like his big brother, but Petkid is growing up quickly. Once again, it’s great fun looking at the changes that have taken place in just the four years since we moved here, as documented here on the blog.