saturday afternoon

the wind came up and it was cold, wintery, finally.

i knew it would be harsh.

it was.

we walked down our dirt road

to the bridge and looked back,

back towards our place called home.

it was sunset

and a gray day among so many short gray days

and the wind gusted its wintry self

ha ha ha

because it IS winter.

and this is the other view,

this same stream as the one with the beaver action

in the first photo

and here it is.

this morning at the late dawn

snow.

two inches? i was asked? no

one? no

a half, probably.

but it's cold enough to make some more

or to build on this if the ground cools some more.

across the "pond"

man-dug into the stream that flows through the land

at the place called home

there are more ridges in this

rocky place.

we have plans, though, and will work hard

making this home.

it provides for us already,

but we do have to work some at it.

all good work.

at home.