WHAT would the Beady-Eyed Orange Beast [BEOB] do for thanking and giving if they recount and prove his TRiUMPh was rigged when he’s already said it would be…but only if the loser actually had? It’s reasonable to assume that his armed and deliberately undisciplined disciples will take it from there, with results even uglier than was evident in the early days of the TRiUMPh. Damned if ya do, damned if ya don’t…sore winners, sorer losers. Ouch, Umph, Umph.
Meanwhile Monday’s a frosty morning
with surveillance.
Tuesday brought a surprise [well semi-surprise] visit from Mark, the Mechanic, all white-bearded and twinkly-eyed for winter, who hooked up the 6″ pipe to the koi well, buried it and was gone in less than two hours [see below]; in the grey low afternoon after Linda showed up; rain in the night rendered the day following coldly mudded but fair…
[all’s fair in mud and [old] dogs…]
with idiosyncratic afternoon interiors.
Ending…
Next day, day of Thanksgiving; we walk out into a frozen morning
of steaming newly-filling ponds,
psycho-delicate multicolored ice crystals festooning the local busheries
[hard to pick out here, but extraordinary]
and as the sun warmed the Magdeburg Sphere
back to the house to breakfast in, out being too cold even on the East Porch, thankful for shelter, for muesli, for the water and the day, yay, wherein I did a bit of backhoe backdragging on the east side of the lower pond before a magnificent feast of crab and cava with all the trimmings…
…maybe a bit too much cava as the Morning After, colder still, dawned in diminishment for we both, though both the koi and studio ponds had filled without any such thing.
A cold day with some last smoothing of the fill [not shown], creeping ever closer to the final grading of the lower pond [shown below, problematic].
Now if only the lower dries enough for Willey to finish, ah
we’d be thankful for that…
November; winter, hiver, shiver.
M
Feeling the frost (how do you heat your place?), love the photo of the intense sunset on far range with dark tree, and hoping you are feeling much better!
Propane floor heater in the corner of the living room but best of all a big cast-iron pot-belly found in Mrs. Smithy’s Walsenburg Antique Mall [her son is in the same Army unit with Bryan at Fort Hood]…enough trees blow over annually to keep us in sustainable firewood. Also the kitchen, where the pot-belly lives and where I do the daily watercolors, has two big south-facing windows to warm it most days and a large pass-through to the living…it works; lots of windows along the south [house runs nominally east-west].
Ahh… the season of pogonip!
The pogo’s been nippy, yes.
As a lover of winter landscapes, yours presented such beauty. I wish I could have seen the drops frozen and dazzling on the bushes as well as much else. Thanks also for the images of the interior decor which I found rather enchanting!
I wish I could have pictured the colors; they were exactly those of those glass marbles we used to get as kids – ruby red, sapphire, a bright transparent golden yellow. And clear, of course – bright as diamonds writ large! Happened the next couple of days, too, but smaller crystals so less striking…
the candle lighted table with the extra tool had a pragmatic touch.
don’t wanna git too roomantic out thar
Don’t wanna get too romantic when it comes to Exricating the Crabmeat, hey…
Crabmeat is so good, and the work involved probably makes it seem even better–not just food but a reward.