Wednesday

Blogger isn't in the mood to upload photos this morning, so no fix of Rupert's cuteness till later on.

Minus 21 degrees this morning, and all the trees are flocked with frost. When the wind blows, ice crystals swirl from the trees like enchanted snow. It really is very beautiful.

Lucy's leg is a bit better today, she is weight bearing more than yesterday. Lots of rest for her for the next while.

Here Comes the Sun...

I caught the sun coming through the trees as I went out to feed Buck and Rupert this morning. It's nice to have it a little lighter both in the morning and afternoon.

Lucy is limping, favouring her right front leg. She was sore on Sunday, so we gave her aspirin, and have only been letting her be outside when we're out with her. She was fine yesterday, but today she bolted into the woods after Gillis, and is toe-touching only. So now she's confined to a leash, and we'll have to wait and see. She'll have to go to see Brian at the clinic if things don't improve. Poor Lu, she's got hip dysplasia, and is plagued with bad joints.

A Small Island on Green Lake

Firewood

I heard somewhere that if you cut your own firewood, it warms you seven times.

The first time is when you set out to cut it.

The second time is when you actually cut it.

The third time is when you haul it home.

The fourth time is when you split it.

The fifth time is when you stack it.

The sixth time is when you carry it inside.

And the seventh time is when you burn it.

I think that's true.

Thursday Morning Walkabout

Aspens.

Buck

Lucy has lost her legs

Looking east.

Right. Morning chores are done. I've made doggy beef stew to go with their dry food, cleaned up after Rupert, refilled the water tub, spent quality horse and donkey time, cut kindling, and refilled the inside and outside woodboxes. Time for a latte!

Sunrise, Sunset

When I was visiting family and friends "on the coast" (as we Caribooers like to say) last weekend, it seemed that it stayed a little lighter in the afternoon than it does at home. Sure enough, when I checked the sunrise and sunset times for 100 Mile and Vancouver, there's quite a difference in daylight, with us coming up short. The sun is currently rising a minute later here, and going to bed a whole fifteen minutes earlier. Happily, this reverses itself and in summer we bask in daylight for longer. In the meantime, we're gaining about 3 minutes of light per day.

Daylight savings time starts early this year, March 11. Computers don't know about this, and will have to be reset twice.

The warm weather will be leaving us today, and we should be back to minus 20 by Saturday. I haven't worn gloves for two days!

It's a grey, melty, drippy, blustery morning on Inman Road. The weather matches my health today. I have a cold, and my nose is about as drippy as the roofline. A good day for staying inside with a good book. I'm contemplating whether or not I'm healthy enough to go to work this afternoon.

Rupert wasn't too thrilled about being photographed this morning. He has shavings on him snoozing from his bed. You can see clearly where he's missing a chunk of his right ear. This happened long before he came to live with us, and his previous people said it was that way when they got him. I suspect an altercation with another donkey once upon a time.