Shelly, Dr. Kathryn (like a chiropractor she isn't a REAL doctor... just a lowly optometrist) and I were out on a nature walk this past weekend and nature was indicating Valentine's Day is nearing.... We didn't even arrange the leaves in this fashion! This is just what we saw. A heart.
So we were out on our walk and I am pretty sure Shelly's dad has a dam beaver problem over at his one farm.... I searched about and couldn't find the dam dam or the dam shelter in which they live. But they were making light dam-work out of the beach trees in the area. Shelly and Kathryn gave it a go as well.
Not a very flattering picture of either lady, so I promise to get a better dam shot at another event.
There were widdled pieces knocked out of the dam trees as if a razor sharp chisel and a mallet had worked on them. That is the gist of this area. Beavers can really do a lot of dam damage!
It has been rather quiet around here. Molly is actually sleeping beside me as I type this up. She is over three months old and is about 10 pounds in weight. Her newborn clothes scarcely fit her anymore and she is in bigger diapers. I notice a big difference in how she looks actually - but just "size" things generally. Her hair is getting a bit redder and longer. Another big difference is her appetite. She tends to be hungrier more often and ravenous. There doesn't seem to be any ill effects from mid-January's date with the lancet; let's hope that is the end of it.
Today was sweater day = People were supposed to turn down their thermostats by a few degrees and be aware of energy consumption... At school we had a sweater challenge and I busted out a cardigan from 1979 with a big Ontario Provincial Police Association emblem on it - borrowed from that great guy Beaser. I had a matching hat too. Sadly I didn't win any prize for the attire. Molly seemed to like it though.
I remember posting a year ago in Rossland. I posted a poem called AValentine For Ernest Mann by Naomi Shihab Nye... It is a fantastic Valentine's Day poem, and since the day is drawing nearer, you should make sure you find your poem, "heart", or that special something, for that special someone.
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