Category: Photos

Our house is on a school bus route, with a high priority for getting plowed, and we generally have no complaints about how quickly our road gets cleared after a major snowfall. Therefore, I was surprised by the single lane of icy ruts that comprised our road when I left the house to go vote this morning. Fortunately, I met the clearing crew as I went out: two trucks and a road grader, followed closely by the school bus. Jack didn’t have any trouble getting home in the Suburu last night, except for when he had to wait by our next door neighbor’s driveway for ten minutes for someone else who was stuck.

It pays to live in a tiny precinct: despite going to the wrong polling place and standing in line for a bit, then having to find the correct polling place two blocks away, I was done and in my car by 7:30. I took this photo on the road to our valley: snow is so pretty when you don’t have to deal with it.

We seem to have about eight to twelve inches so far, but with the drifting it is hard to tell. I knew we were supposed to get a significant amount, but I wasn’t expecting a mini-blizzard.

I hope my mother is happy.

I took a walk with a friend in Black Forest Regional Park yesterday.

This twisted Ponderosa grows near the trail at Fox Run Park.

I took this photo from the car as I was driving south toward Cheyenne Mountain on Friday.

We had guests for dinner last night: my mother, and two family friends from West Virginia whom I remember from earliest childhood. They own an apple orchard, and every autumn deliver crates of apples to people around the eastern half of the USA. Since they had already planned to visit Kansas City, they extended their trip to Colorado Springs to see my mother. (Driving across the length of Kansas is a true proof of friendship.)

I cleverly planned the dinner around lasagna, which meant that Jack did most of the cooking since he is the lasagna expert. I didn’t have to do anything but clean and fix the salad. As a bit of nostalgia, I found pineapple upside down cake (something my mother used to make a lot) for dessert. We had a great time listening to my mother and her friend reminisce about high school, including the time they ended up in a parade while driving my grandfather’s Model T.

Martha Stewer is the most opinionated of the three pullets who belong to my friend. (Every time I call them hens, my friend corrects me and tells me that they are still pullets.) She is also the largest, and the one you notice first because of her glowing white color. Martha doesn’t like to be touched or carried. She doesn’t do anything obnoxious like peck, but gives a running, indignant commentary of clucks when anyone has the effrontery to pick her up. My friend insists that she is also the most intelligent of the three, but then you aren’t working with much when it comes to chickens.

I am looking forward to fresh eggs.

I took this photo yesterday morning. This morning, it is snowing.