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Just so you don’t feel TOO sorry for me, I *do* have garden gloves with rubber-coated fingers and palms:

Don’t worry about my silly complaints about the dearth of heavy-duty work gloves in tiny-hand sizes, because I don’t *actually* need them since I don’t really do any heavy-duty work. My fingers suffered nary a prick the past couple of days.

Sigh.

There was a 100% chance of rain today. Where I grew up that would mean rain ALL DAY. But here it means “it will be pretty cloudy today and at some point a soft spatter might fall down on you”. Both of these places are near Seattle. But so different from Seattle. And each other.

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I love this yard. I love being in it . . . being lost in it . . . becoming invisible to myself outside. That’s one of the very best feelings in the world.

I know very very little about gardening. And I’m very very slow at it, and most yard work in general. I’m not efficient. That’s not the point. Instead I’m very slow. Some of my movements are quick, but overall the progress I make (if any) is SLOW.

I look at the shapes and colors of things. I do a little something. Then I stop and look at the way what I did changed the shapes and colors of things. I walk around and look at it from different angles. I do a little something else. I smell some stuff. I pick  some things up. I put some things down. I move some stuff around.

Pull a little. Claw a little. Touch and smell and breathe a little. Tilt my head slightly. Dig a little. Turn to find the bird.

No, I’m not stoned. But doing these things, alone, without people-words, has exactly the profoundly calming effect I sometimes seek from drugs. Everything is exquisite. Thousands of small spaces invite me in. I’m fucking intrigued by this microcosm and that.

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I want this to be a significant part of my future . . . in all of the weeks I have left to live. I’m scared that I’ll ruin it if we ever have the time and resources to make it perfect, so I tried to promise myself out loud to Delia that we would never ever do that: have a boring perfect garden where the only thing left to do was maintain order. Delia will not let that happen.

One secret might be to always have big trees . . . big overgrowing things that make everything change every year.

Another secret might be to keep being really really really slow.

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The cool thing about this particular yard is that they carefully landscaped it when they built the house, like, fifteen years ago or whatever. Not like housing-development-landscaped, but with islands of native stuff like salal and a few shapes with perennials. And in maybe the ten years past a parade of renters has been through it so it’s grown out of its baby plans and gotten a little crazy in places. But not unmanageably so. Like the fire ring can’t still be where a fire is because the tree closest to it has grown to where its arms are almost reaching out over it. And you should try not to set the fucking trees on fire. That kind of thing.

So there are all of these little nooks where we could do something fairly cheap and simple and turn it into fucking storybook-charming magical. Like for photo shoots and stuff!  But not in a super-gross way. I know, I know . . . not everybody’s cup of tea. Whatever . . . I’m getting off track. I don’t really have to make anything look noticeably different, just do enough to where I’m out of my own head. Like just . . . put some shit into piles and stuff.

The point is that it’s perfect for a garden-novice like me to putter around and make a few sweet things happen without being totally overwhelming. And if any real work needs to be done, Delia knows how to use six hours to completely transform a landscape problem or crazy-ass weed-patch into THERE YOU GO ALL DONE.

It was super windy last night! We could barely sleep because it was SO LOUD and big branches and sticks and stuff were falling onto our roof. Here I am naked, wearing glasses, playing with one of the fallen tree-pieces, enjoying the ABSOLUTELY FUCKING AWESOME winter sunshine:

Much bigger than a fig leaf, yet provides less coverage:

Backyard warrior planting my rustic spear-flag in the ground with menacing expression:

I kind of want to go racing around the neighborhood like that, running into people’s yards and squatting down in territorial poses, squirting tiny blasts of pee on people’s tires.

It’s mild, muddy and all green and brown outside, with only a few patches of unmelted snow in our yard:

I didn’t even feel chilly standing outside with my legs and bush exposed wearing this thin henley on top:

OKAY . . . so maybe it WAS a little cold!

A picture of the snow and ice melting off the roof over the cabin’s doorway:

A little snow left today in the cracks of the path to the cabin:

I kept track of the hours I worked this week; anything I do today counts as “overtime” . . . so I’m going to try to take it easy and recharge to start next week off with lots of energy. I think Delia and I are going to see a movie. I have to actually plan non-work things to do or I’ll just sit here at my computer(s) working.

It’s supposed to rain and rain and rain for days and days. And they say high winds might blow some (more) trees down. Luckily we haven’t lost power at all; other people (like my mom and Lightning Allie) around Puget Sound have been without power for days. Delia and I have it pretty good up here!

We got quite the snow this morning! That’s awesome news for us because it’s free photo shoot heaven. So far today I’ve shot three picture sets of Delia looking adorably sexy, and she’s shot one of me. Yes, it’s cold, but the light was perfect earlier with a haze overhead and the light bouncing up off of the snow to fill in shadows from below. Delia looked positively angelic in a bunch of her pictures.

Quick nudie pic Delia took with my phone AFTER real shoot.

The forecast is for more snow tomorrow and even Thursday so we’re putting a lot of other work on the backburner to take advantage of the snowy scenes outside (plus our plans with other people for tomorrow and Thursday are being scratched because the roads might not be safe). Delia and I are wishing we could afford lighting equipment that would do some of the job snow is doing for us today.

Delia is catching the nudie pic bug on her blog, so check that out. And I love finding out what people think about music stuff . . . like whether Panama or Rio is a better song. So I hope you weigh in on that discussion!

Rugaru sent me some cock & cum shot pics I haven’t even gotten to enjoy yet. For now I really need to eat so I’ll save them for later . . .

I don’t know if we’re going to get much more snow than this, so I interrupted Delia’s cooking to have her hurry and snap this picture of me just now with my big areolas all bumpy and nipples hard from the cold:

Brrr! Can you tell I'm cold in this snow?

Now it’s making tiny little slow fake movie snow flakes outside. Except not movie flakes, because there’d be a pile-up by now if they were movie set snowflakes.

I think it’s been over twenty-five years since I longed for snow this way. I think it has to do with our cute and cozy new-to-us house.

The weather forecast and everyone talking say it’s supposed to snow today or tonight. 90% chance! But maybe this was it? There are patches of blue and sunshine right now which is kind of disappointing since for once I’m actually looking forward to snow, partly because my period is due tomorrow and I was hoping to make some blood in the snow. And partly because we did some good planning and did errands this morning, stocking up on groceries and getting a grippy carpet runner for our deck that gets treacherously slick and icy.

I ask you, sky . . . where is your snow?

It’s also a little windy. I saw one robin this morning, and a tiny brown bird this afternoon that blew across the yard straight into a small dark hole in the salal where I imagine it being round and contained and cozy in the protective bush shadows.

Blue and grey sky and sunshine peeking through.

I guess it still might snow tonight or tomorrow.

Hazy shade of winter over the cabin.

Our tank is full of propane and we dug a long, thick velvety curtain out of storage and bought a tension rod to keep all of our downstairs heat from floating up into the stairwell. The past couple of months our stairwell has luxuriated in sweltering temperatures and overshared warmth with Delia’s camming & workspace and our sleeping alcove. Today we put a stop to that. So go ahead and snow!

PS – H. Rugaru is still blogging and tweeting (and in a place now where they laugh at what we call “snow” and “cold” here in the Puget Sound area – I don’t know if I’d be taking nudie pics outside in Nebraska). Anyway, I’m going to try to change his blog settings a bit or see if Lightning Allie can to make the pictures he posts from his phone BIGGER!

I have problems. I just don’t see things in front of me before I ram my head into them. Tonight wasn’t the first time. It’s hilarious to walk around with bruises on your head (and shoulders – I often run my body half into door frames; I guess they just don’t make the door-holes big enough for me) but it makes me feel really stupid.

To make myself feel better I ate over half a pound of ground beef in the form of tacos that Delia made (so yes – 4 flour tortillas . . . plus tomatoes and cabbage, but that doesn’t count as crazy). I’ve been comforting myself with food a lot these days/again which is fucking my brain up more.

Then I got so so so sleepy that I couldn’t keep my eyes open to finish watching [insert shameful reality show name here] and begged Delia to come up into the cabin loft to read and watch over me while I napped/to wake me up later “in case I have a concussion”. She humored me and it felt SO GOOD to have the light on and her next to me awake. Sometimes that’s the best feeling in the world to me, to be safely with Delia while she watches tv or reads and I pass out knowing everything’s okay and I’m totally taken care of feeling her right next to me.

Agghh, my stupid aching head!

This here shelf is really fucking hard. I’m surprised my forehead didn’t split open. I want to blame it on my short height that I sometimes don’t see these things before impact. Yes, I was reaching down below for the Charmin Ultra Strong, because you know it’s THE BEST even though I think it might be too abrasive for my peehole area.

Watch your head, dumbass! Ultra-strong, NOT Angel Soft.

I don’t know how I would have gotten through the past few days without crisp blue skies and full bright moons.

Red berries & blue sky in our backyard

It’s supposed to snow Saturday night and maybe Sunday. And maybe Monday. I’m kind of excited about it. It will be our first snow living in this house (though I was already renting the cabin last year so experienced snow in part of this space myself). We got our propane tank refilled so we’ll be set after we stock up on more terrible junk food for me to eat. Wait a second! It *has* snowed while we’ve been living here . . . I forgot! But that hardly counted . . .

I just posted a 20 minute vlog I recorded earlier today for members. Also: I had a really peaceful and pleasurable webcam show this morning – thanks to those of you who joined me!

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What November 15th looked like in the sky and the trees where we live:

The Cabin: lunchtime

Same day, same time, same place . . . much bluer.

Dirty blue, half an hour later & one mile away.

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Something sexier/cuter/more suggestive of skin:

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Sky above our house, day after Thanksgiving

Last month Delia treated us to an out-of-house shooting excursion at a resort to take advantage of their off-season prices.

View from our window.

Here are some of the sweet images we captured for members:

Delia putting on thigh high suede boots.

Thank you to Heather for the super-sexy bustier with laces – I was very excited by this ensemble and the resulting images:

Big thick shemale cock and balls sticking out of panties

I did a set of pictures in one of my favorite kinds of nightgowns: full length with pleats on the boobs to make them look extra-ample:

Full length nightgown & pink cotton panties (upskirt shot)

Sticking my fingers down my wet cotton panties

Delia in a tulip skirt with a nubby sweater looking very librarian-like:

Delia doing the tranny teacher / librarian look.

Our tranny librarian forgot to bring pantyhose . . . or panties!

We set up our dildos in the wine cabinet (so annoying when the drug pushers foist alcohol upon anyone and everyone but you can’t even order a porno in your room):

Dildos and Wine by the mini-fridge

We had to leave earlier than planned because an unexpected snow blew in and it’s a long and sometimes-winding road from there to home:

Snow on a clearcut across the canal, heading our way.

View from window after snow began to fall.

Here’s a shot of what we ate on the way home when we managed to outrun the snow (and isn’t it nice to see that Delia is able to wear something from a shoot out and in public?).

We also did a little St. Patrick’s shopping picking up my green corset at an independent boutique and Delia’s dress at a swellegant second-hand store:

My green satin corset.

Delia's ass in satin dress and seamed pantyhose.

Delia's very short & flirty green satin dress.

We made it home just in time to get stuck at home in the snow and ice for days, which is much better than being stuck in the snow and ice away from home.

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Me in the mirror, taking a picture of Delia.