Lopstick, a once humming (wasps and neighbors) hub of trailer improvement projects in spring, is empty of activity. Neighbor sightings are sparse, and even the woodland creatures (save for a few bunnies) are still deep in the forest. My prepper neighbor was kind enough...

A couple days ago, I woke to was sounded like tree branches falling on the roof. When I finally ventured outside, I found this:

A branch on top of the snow-covered compost pile. Then I saw this:

An actual branch that fell over my head while I was asleep! Another one appe...

A mach chi machine on an ion nation.

No macha machines inch IA nation.

I, Macha, chi anon machine nation.

My next-door-neighbor (in theory) is still missing. And in her absence, someone (or something) flipped up sections of her trailer skirt! Now the trailer has a another front and back door. It takes quite a bit of effort to flip a section of trailer skirt... unless the f...

The high topped out at 60 degrees Fahrenheit yesterday, and when I stepped out onto my backyard I found these! Seems the heat is not only coming down from the Sun, but also up from inside the Earth... And it's fizzuring out through these steamy, bulging holes. And the...

Lopstick is emerging from a cold and dark winter, and spring signs are popping up in the neighborhood. I ventured outside on this warmer day and found this...

Green grass under the melting ice and snow! I know a lot of grass stays green throughout winter, but... it's vi...

Lopstick is freezing, melting, freezing, melting... The cycles of winter are winding down in preparation for spring, and each step outside is slippery on a thick layer of ice. But still I make my way to the compost pile to feed the woodland creatures. Come the last tha...

Shenan and the behemoth are still who-knows-where in their Bushwacker. But a few days ago I saw a bright light while looking out my mudroom window at night. Shenan left her shed light on and the shed door open. So going on a month of an open lighted shed! I wonder how...

The Temperature Tease melts the frosted ground and promises months-in-the-making Tempties of garden-spawned goodness... but 'tis a Temporary Tease... until springtime bursts forth in morning glory!

In the meantime, I'm envisioning glowing red orbs of the world's most pe...

A quiet week in Lopstick, nary a chirping bird (that I've heard), nor a creaking tree branch in the winter wind. The neighbors are even quieter than usual. Then again, even with the sun shining bright, I've not ventured out in the cold to make my rounds. Sheenan is sti...