Moosey

 Shelly see'd a moose! About damn time! People are always like, "Moose this" and "Moose that" up here (in the Ver-monts)...  Turns out they're as real as the Tooth Fairy and Jeebus!

 Even squirrels gotta sleep. I just never caught one at it!

 Yup. The "bird" feeder.

 Loons. As close as I could get to them...

 Beaver. Doin' beaver stuff. On Glen Lake.

 Glen Lake, Vermont. Yeah, I'm there often...

 Unidentified frog in the backyard.

 View from the "marble patio" looking to the backyard. Them's peonies flowers.

 From the garden: (toddy) Tater plants in the foreground and greem beans in the back...

 Peas!

 Danger... on Lake Bomoseen!

Good weather for yard work! Some wicked thunderstorms come through on Sundee.

Corpse Boat

Garden Time lapse. Literally, watching the grass grow.

Did you imagine life in Vermont was this exciting?

Went for a hike at the Shaw Mountain Natural Area (owned by the Nature Conservancy).

Here you can write sweet nothings to the next lonesome hiker(s)...

Natures is crazy. How did that happen??! If someone knows what this thing is called, let me know.

Shagbark Hickory.

Millipede, with legs.

Hobbiton... errr, Benson, Vermont.

Note the fence around the garden. This keeps out deers, rats, woodchuck, rabbits (esp. female; aka 'rabbitch'), roosters, crows, dogs, snails, wampus, kittens, racoons, fox, wild mouse, cougars, raven, chip-o-munk, beaver, the common garden moose and walking birds.

When I mow the grass, I leave a little somethin' for the bees.

A reassuring sign...

 Glen Lake. It's one of the prettiest lakes in Vermont. Unlike most of the rest of the lakes I've been on here, there are only two houses on it. There are too many lakes here with houses all along the shore! I've seen the "Don't Jersey Vermont!" bumper stickers... unfortunately in some parts of Vermont, Jerseyfication has already taken place (I'm looking at you Lake Bomoseen, Lake St. Catherine and, basically, all of Rutland).

 I thought this couple had a corpse in their boat. Corpse boats are a thing here (at least I imagine they could be)! But, turns out, it was a real alive-man.

The garden in full bloom.

The Gardening

 The weasel. Appears near the barn. Bane of the chip-o-munk.

 The cat. Trying on a new hat.

 Just vegetables. Nothing you can smoke, you damn hippies.

 Looks like a good place for a "garden".

 Gardens need raincoats too. Why not decorate the raincoats with sticks? Wood is water's natural friend. Rain goes right to the wood leaving the raincoats dry! Genius!

 Bringin' the tractor in for a tune-up. Should we be worried about the tractor graveyard?

 Horse tries to kiss Shelly. Ewww. Horses smell like horse poop.

This horse is keeping it's distance. It smelled like he just farted. Or pooped. There was poop everywhere.

 The "garden" map. Sorry, no actual treasure.

 The return of the weasel. He's in the chip-o-munk house. Bad news!

 This is how you garden! With sweet-ass hats on your melon.

 How many beers can you spot in this picture?

 Only two plots not done...

The end of a long day of hard labor. No better way to relax than to climb a tree.

If Walls Could Talk (you'd run screaming!)

 There's always more painting to be done. Think you've painted the dog for the last time? Nope, he needs another coat. This is the BEFORE of the "liberry".

 AFTER. This is "apple crisp", what we used to call "orange".

 BEFORE. Downstairs "living" room. Lights circa 1974 Rickel's.

 AFTER. 2013 "Depot Special".

 BEFORE. "Liberry".

 AFTER.

Need further proof that civilization collapsing wouldn't be all that bad? Try living in a society that believes these kinds of warnings are necessary. I guess it comes down to whether you believe that blinds kill people or people kill people. I choose to believe blinds are just part of natural selection. It's beautiful in its own way.

Cabin Fever

Winter's end is nigh; thoughts meander like a honeybee in a futile search for pollen. What happens when there are no flowers? Only cold and darkness. 'Tis enough to make one drown one's sorrows! Alas, the squirrel provides no answers!

In Pittsford: Hangin' the buckets out to dry and perhaps catch some tree blood (aka sap).

Sugar Shack: Makin' maple syrup with tree blood. Think about it.

Sheeps: You can't see it here, but these sheep had devil eyes and are clearly not to be trusted.

From his winter slumber emerges the chipmunk, chip-O-munk or as it's known locally, a "striped sitting mouse". No doubt from their penchant for sitting on anything that isn't nailed down.

This barn is open and ready, baby. Tractor started on the first pull! Spring (sp?) is here!