An alternative title could be, "Keeping It Real Here".
Or maybe, "Life Is Not Always Sunshine and Flowers".
We wouldn't have our lush, green grass, trees, and colorful flower gardens if we didn't have days like today. The Sierra snow pack deepens, reservoirs refill, streams flow and the good earth soaks up moisture, offering thirsty roots a cool drink.
I take you on a tour of my place again today.
Enjoy!
A river runs through it, through the barn and stalls.
Having 1000 # four legged beasts confined for several days of raging rains makes for a mess, and an aroma, not floral.
The source of our river, the head waters; a quagmire; a sticky, slick, red clay mess. My lingering memories of a green meadow where does and fawns frolicked and entertained, fade as I survey the results of Jerry's current project.
I always thought it would be lovely to have a cute waterfall and pond and maybe even stock it with goldfish.
But nope, up here in the foot hills we stock our ponds with Mountain Dogs.
Not only the barn sports a river today, our house proudly displays a moat; a brown, flowing moat.
A small bit of a drink for the grass.
Don't even mention how plump the dog appears. It is an optical illusion, poor body positioning and a luxuriously thick winter coat.
What the heck? Do you see what I see?
Gross March Snow.We are not at an elevation supposed to get snow today!
Maybe I'll stay in and enjoy my warm, cozy cabin. We finally found and brought home a dining set that we both liked, Indian Rosewood.
And this is the truth, so help me. By the time I came in the house, copied my pictures on my computer, then put the pictures up on my blog, the rain stopped and I just now stepped out and took this picture. Happy Trails Indeed!
