Winter in Kentucky

This is a little late but I am not able to put pictures on here until I am at my family's home in Nashville. Here are some pictures I took during the winter storm that blew through Kentucky at the end of January-beginning of February.

This is a picture of the pond where I live.

This is looking off the back porch at sunrise down to the pond.

I took a walk one day around the pond, it was pretty exhausting after a hard days work. The snow, as lovely as it looks, was covered in a layer of ice and was so deep (at least 7 or 8 inches) that each step felt like you had weights attached to your feet. This is the side of the dock.

This was actually after the first day of snow, the freezing rain had just started to fall and I had the bright idea when I got off work to just walk down through the fields and woods to the creek bottom. It was really too beautiful to put into words, and the exhausting hike back up the hill was well worth it.

Well, here in Kentucky the clean up continues, to correct an error in my last post, we lost power for almost six full days, not seven, sorry for the error, they start running together. In September with the windstorm the power was out for eight days and I believe some hanging limbs finally dislodged with the ice last week. Most of the damage occurred to the maples, at least on the farm where I work. Many wagon loads of limbs have been taken to the burn pile, which ought to be a sight when it is set to blaze. We have a very large oak tree, the largest I have ever seen, and with its perfect canopy didn't have damage at all. It is such a great tree, so when I ventured down the path to see how it fared, it goes on steady and sure. There will be more about this tree later, when I can post a picture of it. Some of our garden beds took a hit, some areas that are meant to be mostly shade, unfortunately will now be mostly sun. But over all most of the big limbs missed the plants that we don't cut back in the winter. Hopefully next time I will have some quotes on Thomas J. Stonewall Jackson. I have finished three books on Jefferson Davis and have gone on to finishing The Life and Campaigns of Gen. Jackson. Which has given me the urge to travel back to Virginia and follow some of the route that the great general took in the winter of 1861 and the beginning of 1862 through the Shenandoah Valley in which he had brilliant success and that of Turner Ashby, whom I did not know much about but have been impressed to read about. The process is just at figuring out when to go and what route to take. That is all for now.