Snow signs
Shoulder season. Transitions - from one season to another - can be messy. Especially in Idaho's mountains.
Winter to spring means melting snow changing to shoe-sucking mud. Flowers blooming help ease that transition.
Autumn to winter means new snow that often melts soon after falling, creating...shoe-sucking mud, or at the least, wet and cold shoes. Until the temperatures stay below freezing and the snow sticks and accumulates, drying to a nice fluffy powder, it can be a little dreary.
With the first true dusting of snow at the house in New Meadows the first week of November, it was time to return to Seattle to avoid the shoulder season. Don't get me wrong. I love winter, especially in Idaho's mountains where the sun shines so much, making the snow sparkle. But I'd just as soon avoid the transition into winter. We'll come back when there's two feet or more of snow in the yard.
As long as there's a toy to chase, Finn loves the snow. Otherwise, he'll hang in the house with me. He has a very thin coat. Like me, he stays warm only if he's exercising. Maia used to spend almost all her time outside if there was snow on the ground, but her aging joints seem to appreciate warmth these days; she splits her time between snoozing in the snow and in the house.
Meadow is always reluctant to come inside, regardless of temperature but especially when there's snow on the ground. Maybe it's her wooly coat. No matter how cold - and there were days and nights with temperatures well below zero when we lived here full time - she loves surveying her domain from the deck.
Winter to spring means melting snow changing to shoe-sucking mud. Flowers blooming help ease that transition.
Autumn to winter means new snow that often melts soon after falling, creating...shoe-sucking mud, or at the least, wet and cold shoes. Until the temperatures stay below freezing and the snow sticks and accumulates, drying to a nice fluffy powder, it can be a little dreary.
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| The dogs enjoying the first snow of the 2011 season. |
With the first true dusting of snow at the house in New Meadows the first week of November, it was time to return to Seattle to avoid the shoulder season. Don't get me wrong. I love winter, especially in Idaho's mountains where the sun shines so much, making the snow sparkle. But I'd just as soon avoid the transition into winter. We'll come back when there's two feet or more of snow in the yard.
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| Finn hopes I'll throw the Kong-on-a-rope while Maia supervises. |
As long as there's a toy to chase, Finn loves the snow. Otherwise, he'll hang in the house with me. He has a very thin coat. Like me, he stays warm only if he's exercising. Maia used to spend almost all her time outside if there was snow on the ground, but her aging joints seem to appreciate warmth these days; she splits her time between snoozing in the snow and in the house.
Meadow is always reluctant to come inside, regardless of temperature but especially when there's snow on the ground. Maybe it's her wooly coat. No matter how cold - and there were days and nights with temperatures well below zero when we lived here full time - she loves surveying her domain from the deck.
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| Meadow hoping to see deer cross the field. |