And Just Like That...

47°F this morning, overcast. No chance to see the full moon last night. Rain expected later today.

...the snow was gone. That had to be the fastest snowmelt I have ever witnessed. We still had a good cover when we went to bed Tuesday night, but by Wednesday morning only tiny bits remained in shaded areas. By yesterday we were back up to Temps in the upper 50s and low 60s, and I didn't need a jacket to go walking. 

But mud! Oh.My.Yes. The ground never actually froze under the snow, so all that moisture was sucked right in. In areas, it is like walking on a sponge. I am not complaining, though, as we will need that moisture in the water table in the summer. Our area averages 43 inches of rain a year, which is good. Just have to accept it whenever it comes.

Sarah arrived Thursday night from Colorado (of course she did! It is almost always rainy and muddy when she's here,  poor girl!) and is hoping more materials arrive for her cabin during her short stay, but we shall see. I have such little faith in that container home company. But things are moving, and when she returns in March everything should be here. Fingers crossed!

We spent Thursday afternoon restocking our bioth in Ripley. It really needed little since sales were nonexistent during the bad weather, but should start picking up again. Happily, we sold a dressing table yesterday that had been in our Ravenswood booth for two years, so maybe furniturevwill begin to move again. The Hoosier and another cabinet there are on layaway, so I am hopeful that people will start buying bigger pieces again.

Our walk yesterday took us across the flat--which is not really flat, but flatter than most of our land. Larry keeps this land brushhogged, but one still has to watch for uneven ground,  holes, etc. The dogs were puzzled at first because to them a walk means going uphill! But they found plenty to explore. 

Where we cross the beginning of our run (stream), there is a hole where the water goes underground for a bit. So cool to hear it.

Looking across the deep holler (ravine) toward the house. 

The sad remains of our last hive.

A dogwood seems to be in love with a persimmon tree, so tightly wrapped they are.

The giveaway that allowed me to easily identify the dogwood--those little buds on the end of the branches. And the persimmon is also easy to name because of the square pattern of its bark.

On the way back, looking towards the driveway. Something odd happened with this photo, must have hit a wrong button. The sky sure wasn't that color. 

And home again. Larry's cardboard in his garden has been uncovered-- he had leaves over it but the wind decided to place them elsewhere. 

In that garden I found some nice clumps of winter cress. I picked a few to add to the salad for dinner.

And dinner? Chicken pot pie. 

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