We had to go into the school weight room to conduct a science fair experiment, and A. took the opportunity to teach Cubby proper lifting form for various exercises so he'll be more prepared for football next year.
My children are still a little young right now, but I predict our family will be making a LOT of use of this room in the coming years.
That little outing was a good way to get out of the house. There hasn't been a lot of getting actually outside lately, since it looks like this and is just as cold as it looks.
Cold with wind. The worst. The dogs don't care, though.
We are definitely deep into hay-feeding season, which means I get hay bits down my shirt every morning when I bring the sheep their flakes of hay. Itchy.
They're always waiting for it by the fence, which makes it very easy to count them and make sure none are hiding somewhere with a newborn lamb. None yet.
Despite the frigid temperatures--or maybe because of them--I was inspired to start the year's garden.
Cabbage and kohlrabi coming right up (in about six months).
And last, some frozen walk photos:
Morning light in the remains of last year's garden (that's a dill plant).
6 comments:
Can't believe how grown-up Cubby is getting. (I guess that is what happens!!) :)
Your last picture...such a beautiful sky.
Linda
and Linda...brrrr!
Yes, it looks like two men! So fast- my grandsons were toddlers only “yesterday” and now they drive, work, looking at colleges!
Are you in the north part of NM? It looks so cold and kind of barren. So seed planting lets us remember how fast spring and summer will be here. In the photo with the sheep, it looks like the house’s door and windows are open.
Jenny: Yes, we live in northern NM.
You’re hardier than me. Getting myself psyched to walk this am at 48. Yep, a true Tucson longtime transplant. Glad you’re out walking again!
Jenny: That's the abandoned house next door that we bought. The door and window lead to an enclosed porch we leave open so the sheep can get in out of the snow and cold if they're lambing.
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