Before the storm

It's the old "a potent low pressure system will move into the northern plains... blah... blah... this storm will produce a significant amount of snow..." winter storm warning. Add that to a snow blower so shiny that it barely has a scratch in it's paint and you get one very giddy husband.

Two to seven inches of snow? Four to six inches of snow? Six to nine inches of snow?

Make up your minds already guys. Unless I'm mistaken, you get paid to tell us this stuff. Not that it matters. It is going to snow. Thank you. I appreciate that. I could tell you the same by simply observing my bouncing-off-the-walls children and grumpy we-will-not-leave-our-poopy-porch chickens.



Oh, what's that? Twenty-five mile per hour wind too?

Awesome. I was hoping to make it into town Tuesday, but it's really not a problem. I have no doubt my overflowing bins of number 2 plastic, steel cans (people, they're really not tin) and glass jars will be pleased to continue spewing their contents across my basement floor. And every time I hear that clinking and clattering as I inadvertently kick an escapee while making my way to the washing machine, I'll continue to be thankful for our local recycling center.

Be still my heart, it truly is a beautiful thing.



It was cold but gorgeous this evening afternoon. I lasted all of ten minutes before I couldn't move my fingers. So much for being the tough prairie woman that I see myself as. I need new gloves, I guess.

But I can wield that axe, I'll have you know!

Actually, it's too cold for that also now. I'm really not sure what my plan is for the extra little rooster who somehow didn't catch my eye when I was whacking heads. He's such a cute little guy, but the hens don't like him at all. At least I know there won't be any shenanigans going on so long as he's at the bottom of the totem pole.

Remember this old thing?



I can't believe it's still there.

But there it is.



This is what 4:30pm looks like here, a few days before the Winter Solstice.


{that ball shape in the bush is a snow-covered nest}

Cold, long blue shadows, sparkly snow, precious fading light.

In the peaceful silent stillness, our house rattled beside me. No, it wasn't the wind. It was my offspring.

Feels like a storm coming.

Both beaters

It's a beautiful thing, sometimes, when your brothers are trying to kill each other in the next room...



if the noise from their rough play is so extraordinarily loud that they never even heard the mixer...



and you get both beaters to yourself!

My third-hand lion

All he wanted was some lovin'. All I wanted was to keep him more than a foot and a half away from me for just a few seconds so I could get this shot.



Prior to that, we had a little commotion. I told him it wasn't classy to steal bread from the chickens and then smack them when they tried to take it back. Then again, chickens are thieves too. Maybe it was good for them.

Normally, he's such a gentleman, which is incredible since he'd been abandoned here by previous residents not once, but actually twice before we arrived. Doesn't that make him a third-hand lion?

I Heart Faces - Pets

Frozen

When I go out to the barn now, the anticipation is almost more than I can handle because I just don't know how many will be there.

I find them discarded along the path, sparkling with frost...

The cat? He is not amused.


{mouse-icle}

The dog slimes them up and tosses them around. Just for fun. I'm pretty sure the cat considers it a waste of precious resources.

One lens

Winners and favorites HERE. I am so honored to have been included in this group of talented artists!



One of the lenses I look through every single day. Thank God for glasses!

I Heart Faces - Self portrait

Ripe tomatoes

When it looks like this outside, that's when I know. It's that time of year. That beautiful time of year when my tomatoes have finally ripened.


{home sweet home}

Not all of them, though. Most of the Long Keepers will hang around in our basement until February. It's my revenge on a frigid prairie winter. One of those things that doesn't matter too much, but it makes me feel better anyway.

I did what I had to do. I picked them green.

When we lived 120 miles north of here, I grew the most beautiful red tomatoes every year. But now, practically in a whole gardening sub-zone warmer, I can hardly grow more than a handful of red tomatoes. But really, I've come to expect nothing less from my mysterious sunken swamp of a garden. It holds many secrets. How, exactly, to grow red tomatoes is one of them.

So I picked buckets and baskets and bags of green tomatoes.

But now!



Some of these are an heirloom variety Large Red Cherry Tomatoes, and some are my precious Principe Borghese, the tomato that lives to be dried. Once again, I was really impressed with myself, because after they came into the house I had no idea which was which. Yay me.

One basket went to the basement and one got stuck in the entryway.

Our sneaky little Bean grabbed the best one she could find and squished it into my shoe.



When you're in a really big hurry to get out of the house, it's fabulous to stick your socked foot into squishy wet seedy tomato pulp.

Fabulous.



Anyway, I did what every good gardener would do. I dumped them all together (but not the squished shoe tomato).


{I was working with some horrific light here, so give me a break}

Truly, no photograph can do these gorgeous little gems justice. You'll just have to trust me.



And they really do turn blazing bright red while they dry.

Facing Myself - December linky

Rarely, rarely do I ever shoot blind without looking through my lens. Well, I guess I do it sometimes on a tripod after setting everything up, but hand-holding it just feels a little more wild and out of control. It makes me look like I'm letting the camera choose all the settings, but believe me, I never ever allow it to do that. Exactly where the focus would land was the only thing up for debate.

We were visiting a Great Grandpa. It was late because someone had accidentally locked the keys in the car earlier that afternoon. Our schedule had been reorganized.

The little Bean was tired.

She was done being entertained by the little birds (whatever kind they were), and was unimpressed with the Golden Retriever. She stole her brother's shoes and ran off down the hall of the Care Center. Being restrained in my arms was barely tolerable. Barely.

She was getting loud and obnoxious. More than usual. To be perfectly honest, I'm certain I had also been a pain in the rear all day myself.

And then?

We found this amazing mirror (something about circles gets me every time). And I got a oops shot that I adore. I cannot throw it away.



Have you ever seen a missed focus that was so perfect?

The photo that I intended to get, I would toss it. I swear I would, if the Bean were any less adorable, or if I were any more of a dork. It's a close call really.

But I think...



I think I'll probably keep this one too.

The linky is open for the rest of the month. Rules HERE. Have fun!