The wearing of the "green"

Happy St. Patricks Day!!! Belle is all smiles.
The earth is wearing green...and pink and purple and yellow...Can you see why we are called the Blue Ridge Mountains?

We visited the mini's today, so good to see them all fat and happy!This is their new home and some of their new friends.

Endeavor, aka 'Norman', is here with Skye,aka 'Lucy'. The background shows the big barn and the Lorton's pretty home.

Apple cookies make your tongue flop out of your mouth...

I am remembered ! (ok, maybe its the cookies.)

We drove the back way home and stopped on Ramsey Memorial Rd. in Penhook to take this pastoral shot of a pony lying down. I covet these fences....

On this same road, we stopped to watch the new lambs. The one alone on the right was crying pitifully, so Bob cryed back and it started heading for our truck! Then Mom emerged from the rusted back side of the farm implement...

The road sides are so pretty in their purple fringe. Red bud trees are one of my favorites.

Forsythia is another favorite of mine, especially when it is allowed to grow naturally.

With this nice weather, we spend more time on the porch, as you can see we play cribbage outside in good weather, and the girls are having some cheese. They miss their "uncle Cookie".

Mac is awaiting anything in the food family during a break from birdie hunting under the weeping cherry.

Can you spot the bees? Click on the picture to enlarge it...

Springtime in the Blue Ridge is very colorful and sweet smelling, except for the beautiful Bradford Pear trees that look like big white gumdrops. Who knew they would smell like dead fish!

Snow or no snow, the dogs run

I don't think this needs alot of words..The Blue Ridge area of Virginia in snow, and particularly,
Little Jacks Creek in the snow...that says it all...

Can you see Belle??

Harry lauder is packing on charm.....

These were taken during the snow fall yesterday..today is sunny and incredibly beautiful...the dog run today will be a photo shoot to beat all!!!

snowman arrived!

February 20th, at 8 am . We were wakened earlier with the sound of raucous birds...our feeders were full of black birds. Grackles I beleive. Boat tailed Grackles. I got up to make some coffee and proceeded to shoot pictures of the surrounding trees filled with black birds .
The snowman cometh in good fashion. Actually he gained a couple of pounds overnight. My snowman picture made it to channel 27 news at 10 last night and again on the channel 10 11 o'clock news cast...
the rest of these are self explanitory...

Another blog with creek pictures from yesterday will come next...

Winter in Appalachia..

snowman cometh

Mac's in his favorite spot...

Quarrie is staring at me typing...

Neither seems very concerned about getting the snow they say we will. There is no reason for my cats to be concerned, they always have lots of food, plenty of water and warm humans to sit upon. Even the dogs don't upset them. They know whos boss.

We are prepared in case of snow, and with this warm soil, I don't think snow will last too long.

I'm sure many people are looking forward to some snow. I'm not. The joy of snow left me along time ago, back when my parents worried about heating and food and shoveling and all the stuff that goes with snow. Cold doesn't feel good to me anymore. It hurts my bones.

Still, I always enjoy the little snowman my husband makes for me. He usually sets it on the back porch railing..

In the winter of my life I'd really prefer summer.