|Watch your step, Quarry ahead.|
Another reason I'm seeing blue is because I finished foiling the last piece of the Pony Wisteria late Saturday morning.
|890 pieces of blue (and green and orange and pink)|
|They call it a 'Pony Wisteria' because it is a smaller size than the full-size Wisteria.|
The next step is to put the glass on the form for soldering. But first, Carl had to work on getting the bronze crown and branches straightened a bit before he can start putting the glass on the form. His part of the process has a long way to go yet, but as for now my part is done, at least until the soldering is complete. I felt a little bit of a let down now that I've finished the layout and foiling. I like having a project to work on, it gives me something to look forward to when the dishes are done. (And a reason to delay my Dust Rotation duties.)
So, after lunch on Saturday, Carl was down in the basement working on the branches and I was face to face with the fact I had nothing else to do but clean. Sigh. Go get Dexter. (Yes, I call my vacuum cleaner 'Dexter'. He's a Serial Cleaner; hates dust with a passion.)
Then it dawned on me, there was something else I could do. I hadn't exercised yet today. We just had a good snowstorm a few days ago and the snow is back and the temperature was finally above zero for a change.
Time to go cross-country skiing again. It's around 4PM, I'll have plenty of time to clean when I get back, right?
See ya later, Dexter, I'm outta here.
|Here we go.|
|Skiing by the hosta garden.|
|The Lane Bed|
|We moved this rock late in the fall, along with the park bench after the cedars were limbed up. Let's hope it looks better in the spring.|
|Through the Egress Gate, Aaargh dead ahead.|
|Snow does a great job of hiding the messy pallets of stone|
|As long as I remember where the rocks are, especially when snow blowing, we'll be ok.|
|Skiing past the Quarry.|
|Past the Aermotor windmill.|
|Around the corner and down the lane to the Back Eight.|
|Heading north....Joel had plowed me a trail a day ago, but it all drifted in.|
|Looking back to the windmill and home. The snow is hard due to the below zero temperatures we've had, but I still broke through constantly. The next time down the trail will be a lot faster and easier.|
|Looking west to Mom's house and the setting sun, there's a faint sun dog in the sky. More snow to come?|
|Getting closer to the north line fence on the farm.|
|My father and I planted these white pines about twenty years ago. Those in the background were transplanted by yours truly.|
|I wasn't sure these trees would survive the move with our tree spade, but out of the 40 I moved, only three died.|
|Looking back west again, must go faster since my feet are really feeling the cold.|
|There's the eastern view, I know, just a bunch of corn field stubble, but it's Home.|
|Going back west one more time, the sun is going down. And my feet are getting colder.|
|Might as well go around the farm in the other direction now. Heading west.|
|Going back west on the line fence. Having fun yet?|
|This old oak tree was almost a chain saw casualty, but since it was on our side of the line fence, I told the neighbor I'd limb it up so he could farm under it and he reluctantly agreed. It's one of my favorite trees.|
|The sun is sinking lower and my feet are really getting cold now. Ski faster.|
|By now, my feet are really starting to hurt from the cold. Way off in the distance can you spot the white blob in the picture? That's how far home is away yet.|
|There, I zoomed in a little. But I'm not any closer and ouch, my feet!|
|Only ten inches of snow, but a good three feet of snow drifts have formed.|
|I ski in front of the drifts, I'm lazy.|
|But wait, maybe I'm not so alone after all.|
|And away they go.|
The dust has been rotated one more time.