black and white

Rust is the word of the day....

 

Freezing rain

 It's been cold here the last 3 days - especially for Oregon in November. We had freezing rain. 

The leaves just completed their thing and most are still on the trees. 

There was no "inbetween".

I have little flowers covered in ice....so sad.  Sleet is so destructive.

Late last night we were in the hot tub and we could hear a tree cracking and then the slow decent.

It snagged and the fell again.

It was disturbing.

I love snow. I love being snowed in. 

Everyone stops.

Everything is beautiful!

It hides all the grime and mud.  

It's always so peaceful.  All sounds are absorbed into the stillness. I'm hoping for a big snow year.

Hesitation will get you nowhere.

My love of wood has always led me to burn piles around the neighborhood.  I'm married to a farmer who feels it's important to follow the old school values of farming.  He believes there are "rules" to being a good neighbor.  One of those rules is "Don't bug people."  This means that if I see an interesting pile, I can't just go to the door and ask. (although I have....) There is a protocol and sometimes that takes a few days but not this time.  I didn't wait for anyone else to get this pile.  My latest find is a goldmine! A big pile of red barn wood cannot be passed by.  At least by me.   

Post by Laura Macy Lehman.