| A full moon in a spring southwestern sky drew John to take this picture.
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| A couple of years ago I bought John a set of trash forks for the tractor. I think it was birthday or Father's Day. These attach to the bottom scoop of the tractor bucket and, like the forks on a forklift, allow the operator to pick up brush and bulky objects. For us they have been a godsend, increasing the useful range of our tractor a hundred-fold. You can't see the forks in this picture, but you can see what they allow us to do. Here is John, last January, hauling a load of brush and small trees to the burn pile after a windstorm. |
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| Here's a view of the field in front of our house. I took it from my upstairs office window last summer just after we mowed the portion of the field that is on our property. The unmowed portion belongs to neighbors.
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| Here's a winter view of the same field, taken from ground level just after our first snowfall. The unmowed portion of the field appears dark, while the snow rests atop the ground on the mowed portion. |
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| Here's another look at the same field, this time taken through the trees from the path behind our house. |
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| Each winter we have a snowfall or two, but it usually begins melting fairly quickly. This year, however, our first snowfall was followed by a cold front. We broke out our cross-country skiis and toured around the neighborhood. Yesterday it snowed again, adding to the first. There is nothing quite so magical as a quiet ski around one's neighborhood by moonlight. Plus it's a great way to pick up the mail on the way home. You can see the remains of our ski tracks on the path. |
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