I thought I might be shovelin' some dirt today. It was fifty degrees and it rained last night. The rest of the snow across the street on the north facing slope melted away, but like a thief in the night the cold returned. Thank goodness things had time to dry before the cold settled in.
The bare ground however was froze once more in that upward position creating delicate lines in the soil.
Something has been down by the cabin recently.
That would be my shoe print. What do you think dog people out there? Have the hounds gotten loose or are the coyotes wandering about?
Could it be a big giant raccoon attracted to the pile of corn husks left by the side of the damn road. Now what type of good farmer would waste such a thing?
Really the ground was frozen and full of ice crystals. I couldn't shovel dirt today in the cold.
This water was headed towards the ground
And didn't quite make it. Got stuck in the firm grip of cold jaws.
The weather diagnosis for next week looks warmer. I'll get to shovelin' soon.