After last week’s snowfall, these limbs of our Manitoba Maple caught a great deal of the wet, heavy snow, which in turn caught the morning sun. The artistic arrangement also caught my eye,
Tag: snow
Remarkable
Yesterday’s storm was a doozy, 15 cm of heavy snow fell in about eight hours. The wind picked up during the day, up to about 60 kilometers per hour or more. The last few klicks of my drive home was harrowing, I don’t care to do that again.
Faye was home and I was, am, grateful. Had she been working away from home I would have been full of worry and concern about her getting home. She cleared the deck, the dogs were safe and comfortable, she generously ensured that there was plenty of sunflower seed scattered for the birds hanging on through this (I hope!) last big storm.
She also took photos, including this remarkable image of snow in our chain link fence. Remarkable. Snow, a most ephemeral substance, gathering, piling, accumulating on the fences’ narrow round fabric despite the incredibly strong gusty wind.
Diamonds . . .
. . . sparkling in the light.
Snow
I almost broke my string of posts every day.
A less than enjoyable drive home today, visibility at times was close to zero in blowing and drifting snow. Had to dig myself out once, found myself on the wrong side of the road once. Was very, very glad to get home safe.
Not done yet
It’s about 6C today, sun is out now. A pleasant day.
Winter will remind us tomorrow that it’s not done, not gone yet. Snow begins overnight, perhaps 15cm by tomorrow night, strong north winds, temperature dropping throughout the day. We mewling humans cannot change this by one jot or iota. What we can do is to prepare physically, mentally, spiritually, and to accept what is coming. We don’t have to like it, we can grumble. We don’t have to prepare or even accept. I think it’s best to do so.
It’s good to be reminded that we are not all-powerful, to accept with grace our insignificance, to be humbled.
Junco
In the middle of a snowfield, this Dark-eyed Junco finds the bit of suet I dropped.
Observant Achilles
Taken and posted with the PlayBook.
We sat outside for a while this afternoon. The snow had stopped, the sun emerged, and the thermometer made a giddy charge in the general direction of the freezing mark. While it stopped short of achieving that ambitous goal, it was a pleasant sojourn.
The cattle dogs joined us and for a time Achilles lay down on the duvet Faye spread out on the snow. Several crows roosted high in the maple tree across the road and Achilles exhibited an unusual level of interest in them.
A feather-light touch
Posted with the PlayBook.
A junco left the deft, artistic marks just left of and below centre in the snow next to the deck.
Icing sugar on a sweet boy
Faye and I took a walk earlier (photos to come). When we returned home I stayed out to shovel the driveway and brush the vehicles. Achilles stayed out with me. As I wrapped up my task it began snowing – big Christmas flakes floating out of the sky. I was struck by how well dusted Chili dog was as well as his seeming disregard of the snow. I also like the demonstration of how mobile a dogs ears are.
It’s not that bad now
I took this photo in December 2007, my first winter in Canada after relocating from Texas. We lived in Goderich at the time, which Ontarians will recognize as being in the snow belt. And boy, did it snow that December. There was a week during which Faye and I shovelled the driveway and sidewalk daily, ant not only to have something to do. Sometimes we shovelled twice daily. THAT was quite an introduction to winter, which I so contended I wanted to live in, to experience.
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