One of the last piles of snow, a final testament to a tough winter, gradually recedes. I’m not sorry that winter is finally (yet reluctantly, it’s a very chilly day) loosening it’s white, iron, frigid grip on this part of the world.
Tag: snow
Tree and snow
What an arresting sight!
Gentleman taking his ease
taken and posted with the PlayBook
It has been a lovely day. Sunny, temperature about 3 Celsius, light southwest wind. We spent time outside doing a little cleaning up. The dogs also came out for varying lengths of time. Piles of snow notwithstanding, Achilles dozed. I sneaked a photo.
Teasel in the snow
It does not, cannot, whine and whinge and moan about never-ending winter, where is spring? It waits. Spring will come. It will arrive when it arrives. Accept what is.
A lesson to embrace.
Cold
As is much of eastern Canada and the US, it’s very cold here. The porch thermometer reads -20C. Going outside for more than a few minutes means the cold bites fingers, toes, nose, ears. The dogs, even outdoorsman Achilles, spend very little time out. The furnace is doing yeoman work keeping the living room not-cold. I once thought of traveling to Churchill or Yellowknife during a winter, to experience true cold. That’s no longer necessary.
Yet we are blessed. We do have a working furnace, food in the cupboard, our pipes are not frozen, we have reliable electricity. I do appreciate all of these blessings and the many more we have.
Stark
Snow and teasel. Black and white.
Happy (early) Valentines Day
Over a year ago Faye and I committed to spending a little time outside every month of the year, and recording that fact. We decided to jump on a common theme for this month. So here is our February photo shoot.
Because it’s February and there are piles of snow everywhere, is no reason to huddle inside 24/7. Taking into account the weather of the past two weeks it was a mild day, just above freezing. We decided to give thanks that it was not a brutally cold day. Why not spend some time outside, appreciating the season?
Romp
Stella had a good time Monday afternoon in the backyard, belly-deep (to her) in snow. She spent quite some time on the paths we shovelled, and quite some time going off-road.’ Here she space with some of our yard art.
Fence, field, and bush
A fence leads the eye straight back to a bush blurred by falling snow.
Snowcapped
Not a mountain, a burdock seed head.
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