I have no idea why the picture below was in our photo album. I think Ron was trying to capture the fork lightening in that black sky. Anyway, yesterday I saw it and we were having a sunshower again so I took a picture to compare how the trees have grown in 8 years.
That silver cylinder with the red top is where our well comes up.
Looking Northeast from my dining room in late June of 1998:
Looking Northeast from my dining room yesterday:
It takes a long time here, but eventually the trees do grow. Our neighbors trees grew quite a bit too. (Miz B, that is the fence I told you about; good for keeping out foxes, coyotes, and other nasty two legged varmints.)
And another thing, unrelated but I want to include it here. I received the gift of a poem yesterday from our resident poet, Brian Hummingbunny. Here is the poem he wrote about me:
“What’s fuzzy and warm and lives up North?”
in the wilderness that is Alberta
a Mother Hen and her chicks reside
don’t like dogs she’s gonna hurt ya
give good belly rubs come on inside.
she lives where the wind always blows
and good service is so hard to find
long summer days when the wheat grows
and her children pay her no mind.
spent many dark days under duress
wondering just who she had become
no one told her the brain was a mess
that her chemistry made her feel numb.
today she is better and living strong
enjoying her life out of the blues
her blogger family romping along
Let’s all give Kyahgirl her dues.
looking forward to many fun times
with a good book or two by her side
I hope that these words of rhymes
made you laugh inside till you cried.