I am finding that the more I read, the more I seem to journal. I often find myself jotting down notes or passages from the books I am absorbed in. I particularly like how this novel mirrors the colours in my current notebook.
Uncle G and Aunty C were kind enough to let us borrow their snowshoes for a little longer. With last weekend's constant fog and my ever persistent head cold we never got the chance to try them out. Even though the constant fall of snow never let up A and packed a small picnic and a couple thermoses of spicy chia tea and headed out into the bush. Walking was awkward at first but after a little practice and with the help of some vintage bamboo poles we quickly got the hang of it.
It looks awkward because it was.
Last summer, much to A's dismay, I had purchased some funny little spring loaded stag heads, not quite sure knowing what their purpose was. Upon research I learned that they are commonly used as a gun rack. After a quick coat of black paint both A and I agree that the look quite hilarious holding my rifles to the wall.
I love how the trophies add to the cabin feel of the house.
Dad's older Winchester 30-30 and my current Savage Arms 22 LR
I do believe we have become quite hick.