Time waits for no woman - hence the diary page twitches to March 9 without my having paid homage to the thrills and frills of February! It just will not do. So I bring you my melange, my medley, my potpourri of happiness and happenings. I care not if I hop like a bunny from March to February and back again - if it will bring you even a smidgen of joy, my job here will be done!
Speaking of bunnies, this little one posed motionless outside my bathroom window, less than three feet away, for at least 15 minutes. Do you suppose it thought it was invisible?
Snow - an amazing miracle. Have you ever really thought about it? All those teensy individual flakes, piled up, one upon another. Strong enough to support a bunny, a cross-country skier, a snowmobile. (It is still at least a foot-and-a-half deep on our property.) And the sculptures it can create. The scenes befitting of a Currier and Ives plate. I never tire of its beauty and I hope you don't grow weary of my snow photos!
The next photo is closer to home - our "side yard"! I love how the (rare) sun is casting long shadows of the trees. The sun is still low at this time of year, but at least the days are lengthening!
I celebrated another revolution around the sun last month, and of course snow sports were part of the festivities. Here I am posing with the "snow ghosts" at Big Mountain on my birthday. This phenomenon is the result of layers of rime ice accumulating on the trees throughout the winter. For more information, check out this link for a quick read.
(Note: the name of the mountain is Big Mountain - the ski area is called Whitefish Mountain Resort.)
I am grateful for all the warm greetings, cards and gifts I received. Spousal Unit took me out for dinner, followed by a winter film festival. It is thrilling to watch other people ski/ride off cliffs into deep powder!
In late February, we took a trip to Portland, Oregon for a Bruce Springsteen concert. A few days before we arrived, Portland had over 6 inches of snow and then temperatures plunged into the teens. It left roadways, parking lots and sidewalks quite treacherous. We had to forego some of our planned sightseeing (parks and other outdoor venues) because we feared falling and suffering serious injuries. But we could not resist visiting several of the waterfalls along the Columbia River Gorge, made all the more spectacular for the ice around them.
Check out these videos.
You could spend days exploring the street art scene in Portland. As I already mentioned, the icy sidewalks rendered lengthy walks out of the question, so I only captured three murals that I saw during one brief stroll. If I went back again, I would make it my mission to scour the Central Eastside Mural District and the Alberta Arts District.
(The Blanchet House mural was especially poignant in light of the homelessness crisis in Portland. Everywhere we went, tent cities dominated the landscape. Blanchet House was founded in 1952 by a group of University of Portland alumni as a house for hospitality in the model of those established by the Catholic Worker Movement. With an original focus on feeding the unemployed, Blanchet House has grown to provide clothing, hygiene items, community, and transitional recovery programs to thousands of people every year.) The subject of homelessness cropped up in most of our conversations that weekend; we did not identify many new solutions, but we sure agree that our country can do better than this!
If you search for "things to do in Portland", you can be sure that Powell's City of Books will be near the top of the list. Covering an entire city block, Powell's has grown into a Portland landmark and the world's largest new and used bookstore. The place was teeming with people and so many books that I might have been forever discouraged from my on-and-off again thoughts of writing a book. I did make note of several books that I would like to read!!!
Would you be surprised that donut shops would also make the list of must-dos? I can't tell you how many boxes of "Voodoo Donuts" that we observed as we gingerly picked our way along the sidewalks of the Pearl District. It made me wonder about the blogger that recommended Blue Star as the donut of choice. I can tell you that I sure savored my Lemon and Lime Curd Donut!
As we maneuvered our car to a new parking spot (time limits on parking,ok?) we spotted a World Market. Oh my. I don't know (and I am not sure I want to know) how much more the population needs to grow in our area to merit a World Market, so we go and salivate at every installation that we come across. Just look at these tulips! (but no, I did not buy them. We did find some Tete de Moine cheese. Ooh la la!) We had an early dinner at Jake's Famous Crawfish Restaurant - yum!
And what can I say about Bruce? The man is 73 years old. He has released 21 studio albums during a career spanning six decades, most of which feature the E Street Band. And I swear that he did not break a sweat during the 2 hours and 45 minutes that they played! Young folks, take note!
Back at home, I launched into March with a shamrock frenzy.
Meanwhile, the critters confront the daily challenges of winter. Twenty Elk waiting to cross on Big Mountain Road.
Bald Eagles fishing at Hodge Lake.
And my favorite - the Ermine bounding along the front edge of the house.
Maybe they should take a page from these pink beauties and be a greeter at Hobby Lobby. (LeeAnna - this is for you!)
Hop on over to I Like Thursday at Not Afraid of Color to hear more!
Linking to Monday Murals
Joining Eileen for Saturday's Critters
Linking to Mosaic Monday