A Fickle Spring

The weather has been very unsettled the last few days. 

One moment it is sunny, 

And the next moment it is raining again. 

Mornings always seem to be the sunniest, 

so come along with me (and the faithful companions), 

and we will take our morning walk 

to feed the birds

 and gather up the newspaper. 

Whitey stops to chew his doggy biscuit- 

(I always have a pocket full)

While Ling Ling leads the way. 

They share a conspiratorial secret. 

We take a peek across the road to the neighbor's blooming apple trees. 

They have a lovely split rail fence. 

All the rain is turning everything very green. 

Some trees have not yet leafed out, but all are budding. 

We retrieve the newspaper thrown inside the gate, 

wrapped in plastic to keep it dry.

 The home and garden section is published today.
My favorite.

Can you see Champ's ball to the right of the driveway?

We toss the ball the whole way. He has several hidden along the route.

You know, just in case.....

The dogs love to guard this corner of the fence.
They can see the road and the neighborhood from here.
Anything out of the ordinary is loudly announced.

As we turn to walk back towards home,
I glance over at the next door neighbor's horse barn.

Just one beautiful face to see today.
All are warm and cozy inside on a cold and wet day.

Halfway, we see the bracing posts of our perimeter fence
 peeking up from lush undergrowth.

My neighbor's hillside pasture lies on the other side,
 with distant foothills in the background.

It took my youngest son 2 years (with the help of his Dad and brother),
to finish installing this 5 foot heavy wire mesh fence
on breaks from schooling before he left home.

Each  4x6 cedar post was hand dug in the steeply forested terrain.
Every bag of cement was mixed on site.

With hunters, hikers, 4 wheelers, horseback riders, roaming dogs, and loose horses and livestock coming up the elk trail from the river, we never knew who would be passing by our home on any given day.

Sometimes they would wave :)

This fence is very much appreciated,
especially when a hunter's bullet nearly parts your hair.

The fence does not keep out the wild life.

But the wild life are much more respectful.

Once home, we see Bleeding Heart bloom inside the front garden fence.

With lowering skies and raindrops falling, we head inside.

Can you see the dog pen fencing at the bottom of the steps?

We stay on the stepping stones as we walk through there. :)

Back to where we started - soaking wet!

Lamenting this fickle spring!

xoxo


Don't ever take a fence down until you know the reason it was put up.
-G K Chesterton-

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