
Sitting pretty - waiting patiently for us to get our boots on and go outside.

Looking at something in the distance - perhaps a deer?

What happens after the walk, and most of the day...
This is a house blog once again. It is also an occasional dog blog, flower blog, and bird or other creatures blog...
SASKATCHEWAN POEM
It's winter in Saskatchewan
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Saskatchewan
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
could never leave Saskatchewan
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!


