Fertilizer Friday: Bloomin' Snow

It's Fertilizer Friday over at Tootsie's again, and there are a whole bunch of gardeners showing off their beautiful blooms, so don't miss the opportunity to see green, growing, flowering plants on the other blogs.  Unfortunately, you're not going to find any of that stuff here, but Tootsie generously lets me slip by with my last few week's offerings.  (She's so kind!)  Just click on the Fertilizer Friday link on my sidebar.

What we have around here is a bunch of bloomin' snow--hard to believe the day before almost all the snow had melted except for areas in the shade.  Here we go out the back door:

 Hey, there's some color, the Dwarf Alberta Spruce by the gazebo are all rusty...guess I should have covered them for the winter....

This is our campfire area...we had one on Saturday.  

 Fantastic snowbanks, this one is over 5' tall.

 The Girls turn their back on the scene.  What is the meaning of this??

Well, let's take a walk around the Quarry and see what's happening out there:

The pond is coming up--that means the water table is on the rise.

Looks like we could go ice skating, doesn't it?   Ah, but looks are deceiving; maybe we could go skinny-dipping with ice bergs if you're into that sort of thing.

I'm not into such indecent things and our neighbors are eternally grateful.

 There are handy twigs to hang your clothes on though. 

Ok, my excuse is Spring Fever, get me to a doctor.  

On second thought, no, NO doctors!  You all know what my track record with the medical profession is like.

Whoopsie, looks like we have a broken limb here:

The tree, that is, not me.  (No need for a doctor.)  I did break my wrist once, about ten years ago.  Talk about stupid....it was the last week in March and my dog was barking one night, so I went out to see what the problem was.  

I went and got my trusty Cow Flashlight, Rosalie. 

Yes, Carl bought me Rosalie for my birthday ten years ago.  What Farm Girl wouldn't want one?  She is named after the first cow I ever owned.

 When a middle-aged woman is armed with a Cow Flashlight, there is No Way any harm from intruders can come to her.  The Bad Guys see that flashlight and they run (because they know the woman carrying it is not someone they want to mess with.)  

 She's crazy.

I cautiously tiptoed around the side of the house, looking for whatever was driving Teddy dog to bark like a maniac. And yes, like all bad horror flicks, I went alone.  Why do they split up in horror movies?  Everyone knows what happens to the first person who goes alone.  They are always extras and they don't come back. Alive, that is.

 There were no Bad Guys; but there were some raccoon hunters unloading their dogs on the road just past our house that were driving Teddy nuts.

But Something did get me.

It was was a teeny, tiny patch of ice left from winter on one of our stone staircases--I swear the patch was less than 6" x 6" and the Official Last Patch of Ice left in the State of Wisconsin in 2001.  I tiptoed unaware onto the ice and ended up doing a series of acrobatic moves rivaling anything in the Olympics causing me to fling poor Rosalie straight up into the air.

Yes, Cows can fly.  Rosalie was none the worse for wear.  But I had a broken wrist.  And I had to explain to a bemused ER doctor how I came to have a broken wrist on the last day of March.  And I had to wear a cast for six weeks.  A hard blue cast on my right wrist. And I am right-handed.  I had to learn to do everything (eat, write checks, use the ah, restroom facilities, etc. with one hand, my left one.  And it was awful.  The cast, that is.  I dislike casts, don't recommend them.  No fun.

I am a bit ambidextrous now, though.
Rosalie and I don't venture out looking for ice in March any more. 
And when Teddy barks at night, I send him to bed.  

And I never forget that Ice is Shiny and Beautiful and Slippery and

Downright Dangerous.

Fear This, Intruders!!!