The outpouring of love and support from you, my blog readers, has restored my faith in humanity.
Also, like always, living in nature helps me be balanced and grateful.
I took the picture above at our neighborhood creek after weathering torrential rainfalls and two severe storms that blew lots of trees down and eroded riverbanks. Living in a cabin in the woods doesn't feel so romantic when the huge trees around it are falling like toothpicks.
We've been hiking at Rockport State Park, only 20 minutes from our house, where large trees dwarf my 6 foot 4 husband. It's a magical place filled with filtered sunlight (when the sun finally comes out, that is), moss, lichens, and mountain lions. We actually found a cougar track, or at least my wilderness/tracker/survivalist husband thought it was one.
Other outdoor activities these days include fishing, of course. The huge Chum Salmon are here, eagerly awaited by my boys and the eagles. You have to catch and release these monsters, but it's still fun. Just hanging out at our world-class scenic rivers without catching anything is at treat.
Steve and Luke like to get up at 6am to go fishing. It is COLD then, really, really cold. They don't mind, being afflicted with fishing fever.
To keep my guys warm, I knit them fingerless mittens out of wool yarn. They love them, and Eva begged me to knit her a pair, so I did. Her choice of color is more vibrant than the boys'. Ahem.
Eva also demanded I knit something for her Barbies, and I gladly obliged. These must be the best-dressed dolls in Skagit County.
After the crazy rains, we've enjoyed a stretch of sunny, blue, cold skies and views of snow covered mountains. Below is the view of our pig pasture. It's not a bad place to be when you're a pig, don't you think? Except the pigs live in our freezer at the moment, so they can't really enjoy this view.
The sun calls us outside to have wheelbarrow races in the yard, or to hang out with the goats. I posted the picture of my kids and the rearing-up buck on Instagram, and one of my followers chewed me out for letting the buck do this. I promise you, though, that this was a one-time occurrence I happened to catch on camera. This borrowed buck is a gentle sweetheart, and he got excited when my children ran around in the pasture. I know that bucks can be dangerous and shouldn't be allowed to do what this one is doing. Rest assured, we are being safe and are NOT allowing bad habits. Amen.