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Look who passed by Saturday!
The pics are kinda fuzzy as they were taken through our dining room window, but we were very happy to see these four guys (and gals) cross our newly cut field.
The one in front was biiig.
See the little white tails?
Single file…
Come back soon!
(I understand that not all deer are welcome as they can eat their way through gardens. Because we don’t have any vegetable-bearing gardens, we’ll extend the invitation to return.)
Have I mentioned it’s been raining all summer? Actually, it’s been raining since April. Non-stop. I can’t remember a week where we had less than 50% rain. looks like some of our roads are out…
A few months ago, I found this cute pillow in the sale bin at West Elm:
I tend to shy away from animal decor. You know, the zebra rugs splayed across hardwood floors and the sheepskins tossed over dining chairs and the antlers (both real and the even newer trend: wood or plastic) hung over a fireplace. It just feels forced. I grew up with the head of a twelve-point buck mounted on my Dad’s office wall that he shot while hunting in the backwoods of Maine. We called him “Chuck”. I guess my interest began and ended there.
Anyway, the pillow. It was a drawing of a fox and it didn’t feel forced, it was just cute. And who knows? Maybe we’d see a real one in the yard some day.
Well that day was yesterday:
Check him out!
He was sneaking across the yard on a mission. No doubt headed for some poor creature to devour or just toss about for fun.
I guess we’ve been hibernating. A few changes in our household have kept us on the DL. Anuj came up to go skiing a few times last month, but I’ve been parked on our couch in the city going through tubs of ice cream and lots of oatmeal cookies.
The latest action upstate? Well, two of our living/dining room heaters broke, as in: won’t turn off.
I know, I know, it’s five days past Christmas, but I’m late in getting these pictures up, which were actually taken a whole ten days ago. But I wasn’t going to let this one get by without documentation: our first Christmas tree upstate! We decided to forego a tree in the city, and focus our efforts (and wallet) on a tree for the house. We figured the vaulted ceilings and bare living room cried out for some life, specifically, a fresh cut pine. Don’t ask me the type, because they weren’t marked. At this stage in my tree buying life, I cannot tell fir from spruce; let alone scotch pine from white pine. We ended up with the conventional, short-needled kind.
