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We are enduring a bitter cold spell, the worst in several years. The ambient temperature is -22 Celsius and the wind chill equals about -35C.
This cold spell should abate this weekend. In the meantime I’m deeply grateful for our snug and safe little home. I’m full of compassion for the wild things which have no such safe and snug place to hole up, particularly the songbirds. So I’m compelled to generously scatter seed far and wide.
Evening begins drawing a curtain on the day. As the day ends one considers the days’ experiences and ponder the lessons to be drawn from them, ponder how to apply those lessons.
I have never seen such an exquisite snowflake as this one, on Achilles’ ear. Unfortunately for you, my reader, he moved a fraction of a second before the shutter tripped.
. . . will soon become winter’s blue and white.
And that’s fine. I am not sad about winters’ approach . . . I have no control over the weather or climate. It’s better, healthier, to accept what will be.
A brilliant, clear morning sky is most welcome after a lengthy series of overcast, sometimes gloomy mornings.
Here is a healthier and more permanent view to appreciate than being glued to a computer or TV screen obsessing over second by second election updates.
Passing a pleasant afternoon, enjoying each other’s company.
