Musings

Nature’s timelessness

I keep saying that the thing I am most happy I don’t have to experience about Northern winters is the slush/ice that piles up behind the tires on your vehicle and on your footwear. I think that’s still true.

Fortunately, the sun came out for a bit this morning to light up the new-fallen solid precip, and I could ignore the slush now hanging from the Prius, fresh from it’s 10K visit to the local Toy___ dealer….

By the way, that odd layer of branches in the right foreground is the Botanist slyly working against Mother Nature to retain extra moisture in the strawberry bed.