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.
Winter is coming to an end. Days are becoming longer, temperatures are warming. The bitter, awe-ful cold is gone. Today it’s just above freezing, sunny, we may sit outside for a while and gratefully soak in some sunshine.
We may – no, we will – have more cold, more snow. Yet we made it through another winter. I’m grateful and happy to live in a four season climate. I will be grateful for the coming warmth.
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.
In February our redbud tree is draped in hoarfrost, a beautiful sight to behold. Soon it will be festooned in gay, lovely pink. At either time, it is a blessed sight.
I have come down with a cold. It’s more an annoyance than anything else, but is dragging me down a bit.
As an antidote here is a reminder that mild days are ahead, and wanted to share my reminder with you. Our gaillardia in joyous bloom.
On Friday Faye and I day tripped to Rock Glen Conservation Area. The waterfall was only partially frozen. That’s Faye on the far left, which gives a sense of scale to the waterfall. It was a real treat; we agreed that we need to return in the spring and summer.
Another sign spring has arrived, first sighting of a Rose-breasted Grosbeak. Reclusive and shy birds, this fellow watched and waited by the bird feeder for over five minutes before finally dropping down to feed. Then he hung around, perched inconspicuously in the Scotch pine for some time, singing sweetly as we ate dinner. Welcome back, we have missed you.
Suspended between the deep sleep, the rest period of winter and the animation, the activity of spring, this field awaits the planter.
Taken with and posted with the PlayBook
We do not know where this little jewel came from; it has made itself quite comfortable under the Manitoba maple.
. . . . back then you (and I) didn’t. This photo was taken at virtually the same spot as the one below. What a difference a few days makes.
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