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Friday Favorite: Puddyprints

February 3rd, 2017

A few of the cats don’t mind the snow, I love that they go out and leave little pawprints all over the front rocks and trails through the snow.

It makes me smile when I got outside and see their little prints all about the snow.

One Comment to “Friday Favorite: Puddyprints”
  1. Nebraska Dave on February 3, 2017 at 10:07 am

    Susy, most people here in Nebraska do not like Winter. I’m with you and like to see the beauty during the Winter months. It’s a time when resting and seeing the snow covered landscape as a peaceful time. It’s a time when the seeds and plants lay dormant in preparation to come out of their slumber at just the right time. Tulips are the usually the first to break the deep Winter slumber here around Valentine’s day. I’m always amazed when it happens because the ground is still frozen.

    How do those bulbs know being under a frozen ground not seeing the light of day to start growing? I read an article just the other day that made me think there’s more to the sprouting of seeds than just temperature, water, and sunlight. The article was on the gravitational pull not just on the tides but the soil and dry land itself. Interestingly enough, the gravitational pull is different in the Summer than in the Winter. There might be more to planting by the phases of the moon than I first thought. It’s just another one of nature’s mysteries.

    Have a great paw prints in the snow day.

    Nebraska Dave
    Urban Farmer
    dbentz24@gmail.com

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