...so much so I would put on my ski boots and do a happy dance at the first sight of flurries. I lived to down hill ski! One day I met a man who said, "yeah, I will learn to ski"...fast forward to today and the only skis he knows are the ones on the front of his snowmobile. "That's ok Mr. Honey, because you were willing to mention skiing once so I will dress up all fancy for you in this"
(after I dust it off a bit, been a while)
ok, it has been a long while...see this?
(mouse nest in my trunk)
It all comes back to me as I zip around the fields a bit and head to the pond and wait for Pajama Girl to catch up.
look, here she is now...what took ya so long kid? (hee, hee)
Nice and peaceful on the pond. We are actually on the neighbor's side thanks to this
come in closer once again
The beaver dam is so good it made our side of the pond pretty swampy on the edges and hard to get to on machine. We enjoyed studying the way they made this from the gnawed down limbs to the mud and grass cement. They must have been napping, but not completely hibernating because it appeared as they are still busy even in the winter. We noticed all these odd trails leading to/from the dam.
The sun was very bright when I took this next picture of our side of the pond. I about blinded myself getting a shot but I really love how it turned out.
I love this tree too!
Just in case anyone out there thinks there is not enough snow left to do much, Mr. Honey has decided to give you an estimate. "It is well over a foot, an ankle, a shin and a knee" he officially announces. (I of course laughed hysterically when he stepped of the "sled" and sunk down in that far. It was worth it for putting on a helmet that smushed my face so bad into something Pj Girl laughed at)
hmmm, interesting...there is a tow rope on the back of my machine with Mr. Honey driving it....more tomorrow on that from Pajama Girl.