Oh No! Snow!

 

To all our friends within the indigenous community, a salute to you and wishing you a meaningful day of celebration. 

Below:  the great symbol of the bond between the Irish and the Choctaw Tribe.  

The Kindred spirits monument in Midleton, Ireland, commemorating the Choctaw donation during the potato famine in 1850s.

Also, Happy Thanksgiving to our Canadian friends.  Sorry about the Mariners spoiling the party in Toronto last night.  

It was delightful on this side of the Border, and the series is young, even though I'll still pull for the Mariners.      

First the rain, then the snow. 

Twas as if Mother Nature was trying to make up for the lack of moisture over the past few months. 

We are wet, we are cold but we are not yet covered with snow as the surrounding mountains are this morning. 

It's a while before those runs on Schweitzer will be put to use again, but it's a hopeful sign for those involved in snow sports. 

It's a bitter cold out there this morning compared to the 70s we had just a few days ago. 

Not too many scenes like this left for this year. 

Yesterday I took my horse gear and some sacks of grain over to Roxane's for the winter. 

Tomorrow the three horses have their farrier appointment.  Steve will remove Lily's shoes and give each of the three a trim. 

Wednesday morning, with the help of my sister Laurie, we'll load them up and take them to their winter home, an amazing stable facility right here in the neighborhood. 

I've cleaned stalls twice this week after feeding the horses inside during the wet conditions.   

The ache in a muscle below my right knee serves as a clear reminder of why I decided to board them for the winters. 

It doesn't take old, creaky bodies very long to scream, "ENOUGH!"  The message has been received.

It will be fun not cleaning stalls or pushing obstinate sliding barn doors open and especially fun returning to the stable culture visiting them and other horse owners at their winter home. 

At the usual chore time, here, Bridie and I will maintain our disciplined schedule and go for morning walks around the place.  

Big changes in seasonal lifestyle a-comin' this week.  

It's the skeleton time of year, and they seem to be haunting more and more areas earlier and earlier every year. 

Maybe next year we should do like they do for birds and conduct an official skeleton count for the Sandpoint area.  

Below:  a few flowers on or near the deck are still surviving, so as long as they're still pretty, I'll take pictures. 

Happy Monday.