The world keeps turning from brown to white. Back to brown, then white again. Once again we're brown.
The Rhododendrons on the ridge top garden account for most of the green in the dead of winter. Many of these are quite large and there are several significant drifts of them. Yet, even large shrubs can feel small in an even larger space. Add in the towering grey and brown tree trunks topped by naked limbs and the tops of bare mountains rising across the valley and the small green shrubs don't even make a dent in the brown.
The little Snowdrops survived the latest icy blasts that sent the temperature down to minus -4 degrees. When the brown returned, they look as if nothing happened, a suspended animation.
Poor Mama Spot has had a major cold for the last few days. The symptoms look most like the Feline Herpes Virus-1. I have never seen a cat with a cold this bad. She could barely move for two days. She seemed to be feeling a bit better today. Crawford was feeling bad and had a minor cold compared to Spot and Collar was just fine. Collar was her usual skittish self darting about and annoying the flu patients to no end. The flu patients have been spending hours at a time inside now.
The front wall of the cozy cabin below the porch roof has all its siding on now. I even did some of the caulking. It took two days to get all those fancy cuts and angles into the Hardie Plank for around the doors and windows and below the pitch of the roof.
Of course my days are short. The above forty degree range may last from 11 to 4. Then I measure a lot and think on it some and ponder a bit and measure some more before I cut any thing. Then I'll stand back and admire it a bit after I get over that ever so slight imperfection that will never be noticed once the final coat of paint is applied.