Nothing much new here this morning…well…there is that bit of white stuff out there…guess that’s new.

 

However, and I sincerely apologize, no photos as of yet.  We got just a couple of inches…not really anything to sneeze at really.  Max was hysterical yesterday when the snow had started!!  The first experience with snow is always fun to watch and he didn’t disappoint.  I did get a little video of it, but as I’m technically challenged right now (who am I kidding…that would be always), I’m having a bit of difficulty figuring out why it’s not easily inserting its merry little self here for you all to peruse at your leisure.

So…as the day is fast unfolding and there are as usual about a bazillion things more on the to-do list than are humanly possible, I simply must end this missive and get to the parts that really matter.  NOT that this doesn’t matter, but the computer is such an inanimate object and that adorable little girl dancing around the living room desperately needs some pure, true mommy time.  Unfortunately for her it’s going to come in the guise of school (she’s not too happy with it lately), but there you go.

So, hang on to your hats.  I’ll get pics here soon.  Though it’s just not that pretty I’m telling you.  The dry summer just really did a number on this place.  That’s why, for the first time, I’m wishing for mountains and mountains of the white stuff.  You know, like the 16 bazillion feet that Alaska got last year.  I swear I’ll never ask for anything else…promise.  Just, Universe, if you could please deliver the snowflakes I’ll be good.  I promise. 

I feel like we need a ‘reset’ button here.  We need a do-over.  The paltry winter last year, followed by the dry spring and summer just really took a toll here.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s still beautiful.  I know how fortunate we are to be living here.  But each morning I step outside I am reminded of what nature hath wrought this  year.  There is no grass.  What little grass there is has been worn away to the dirt (thank you dogs).  OR eaten from the roots by these pesky little rodents that simply have defied my every attempt to send them to a different time and space.

Well, here’s a picture for you.  I took it this morning because I am simply amazed by the sheer tenacity of these little, irritating living creatures.  Every morning I see a new pile/mound of dirt with some tufts of grass roots mixed in.  Dotting the countryside.  And ALL in my yard.  Not out on the mountainside, where I know FOR A FACT there is some long, juicy, green (used to be until last night probably) grass.  But in my yard.   Which now looks like it has been mined.  And actually, one does have to be careful walking around out there, because all of a sudden, the ground gives in and if you’re like me (wearing flip-flops) you come out of a hole with a black foot and shoe.  AAAghhhhhh……things that make me crazy, nutso, off-my-rocker, insanely mad. 

(For a visual of me fighting the critters this year, I ask you to remember oh so fondly the movie starring Bill Murray and some furry little creatures.  Got it yet?  Yup, Caddyshack.  My yard-front and back-used to resemble the fine, manicured golf greens of that movie.  Then…cue the scary music…the creatures appeared.  And nothing has been the same since.  I have spent the entire summer and fall attempting to rid us of these intruders.  I have tried everything you will attempt to suggest to me, I am just letting you know.  My heart has broken each and every morning when I step out and survey the latest damage.  Got that visual yet?  That’s me.  While I’m tamping dynamite down one hole, the little bastards–oops–are sticking their heads up another hole, laughing at my back.  Well, I haven’t resorted to dynamite yet, but I am seriously close.  Seriously.)

So, the picture this morning was because I was shocked that the little thing would have the audacity to do it in the snow.  And the stark contrast between the beautiful white carpet and the mound of dirt was gut-wrenching.

I’ll also include some pictures of my gorgeous, used-to-be, flower garden in the front.  This is where the salamander was so rudely tossed to the side and thankfully Superman was around to save.  Last summer it was breathtaking (yes, that was after one incredible winter).  This summer it was less so and then, day by day, was slowly decimated by the creatures below the earth.  And now…it is merely a shadow of its former self.  I’m making light of this and joking about it, but I’m not sure how to tell you how truly saddening it is to me.  I don’t know if any of this will recover, if it will ever look like it did.  I know I should not complain.  We didn’t have a fire here (knock on wood).  We didn’t lose our house and all our belongings.  We have not been displaced.    But Mother Nature this year has not spared a single spot on this planet I think.  And we have all been affected in some way.

And now, on that morose note, I bid you farewell.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). Now I just get pleasure out of swimming against the stream and ruffling a few feathers here in the wild west state of Wyoming!
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