My husband meanwhile is thoroughly enjoying himself. He's out there on his tractor clearing our drive. He comes in huffing and puffing and grinning from ear-to-ear. He's so funny! That tractor is the best toy he's ever had!!!
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I'm still ecstatic with glee. We just went sled riding and made snow angels too!!! Now don't get me wrong I don't make nearly as many trips up and down the dam as I used to but I laughed so hard I almost cried. We also went up to the herb garden and there beneath my sassafras tree were two spots where deer had bedded down for the night. So cool!!
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Last night I went outside to walk around in the snow. It was still snow-covered here and so beautiful so I slugged slowly through the snow and drifts out to my herb garden. Behind my herb garden is, oh, probably an 18 or 20 foot high cedar tree, maybe taller. Actually, who knows how tall but it's huge. If you go to my Home page and look you will see it in the picture behind my herb garden. It's a 3-pronged tree and is perfectly shaped. It gives such wonderful depth, beauty and character to my herb garden. It is the focal point of everything out there. Alas, my big old cedar tree is no more. The snow was heavy enough that it split my tree and the limbs broke. I was and am devastated!! Now how dumb is that . . . but it was so beautiful. Oh well, I just have to shrug it off, that's nature. Much of what happens out here is so difficult to bear because I have to watch nature work its wonder and sometimes it's wonder is not pleasant. Things fly and fall, run and stumble, swim and drown, live and die. Mother Nature can be cruel. With all the beauty she has to offer there's a lot of cruelty as well. It's always the survival of the fittest. Sometimes it's real hard to take. Seeing my old tree which had to have been standing there at least 50 years, break and fall was really sad. Now I have to think how I'm going to fill that big, vacant spot. It is sad too because whatever takes it place - well, I will probably not see to its maturity. This is the part of changing times that's not all that much fun. Will I ever find anything as beautiful and beckoning as that old cedar tree?