Across the Pond

Here's Lumber Jack Jim, cutting away at

 a low branch near the small pine.

 March 9.
There's still a lot of snow on the ground because this winter simply does not want to end. The pond is still frozen (as seen as the "Big White Way" in this photo. 

The  sky is brilliant blue, the temperature is 40 F making the day feel extra warm. Funny how living Life Below Zero for the past while makes an otherwise 'cold' day feel downright balmy!

This warm weather means that Jim has to work quick today to cut firewood in the wooded area on the side of our small pond that is opposite the house and driveway while the ground is still somewhat frozen and he can drive his Kubota back to the house without flinging mud all over. ( LOVE run-on sentences! Where else but a blog can people get away with them? >grinz<)

Or, worse yet, getting stuck in the mud.

Like his wife did. 

In the driveway, where not so long ago we were getting our vehicles stuck in the snow, I had a "Close Encounter of the Muck Kind"  today. I returned home from morning errands just in time to fix lunch, before venturing out again. I did not want to park the car in the garage because I wanted it to sit in the sun so that I'd have a nice warm car for my afternoon running around, so I pulled up past the garage into what I *thought* was a gravel area. Silly me. When I opened the door I sank into mud about half-way up my ankle boots. :(

What an ordeal it was to not drag that mud into the kitchen,

Yep.

Mud. The True Sign of Spring :)

Marcheta *Mud pies for dessert, anyone?