We got a laugh out of this. It sums up peoples’ attitudes at this period of late winter.
Tag: Winter
Stretching
The other day, this grand maple tree across the road reached out. It stretched out, straining to reach, grasp what warmth the sun had to impart. On a minus 10C day nearing the end of a long and cold winter, that warmth was very welcome. We joined the maple tree.
ETA: I neglected to include the photo!
Winter
February dwindles, drains, fades. March, with its promise of spring, rebirth, renewal, is only a short time ahead. Winter throws one more punch of Arctic cold to remind us that it is still here, the equinox has not yet come. We must wait a little longer, continue to be patient.
Spring will come.
Turkeys
A small flock of wild turkeys lives in a bush adjacent to my commute. It’s been a difficult winter so they have spent more time in the day gleaning the adjacent fields than in the past two winters. One morning they were in the field between the bush and the highway so I stopped for a moment. They didn’t care for my presence and edged away yet I was able to capture three of them.
Splash of colour
These gaillardia grace our property. Although the minimalist shades and colours of winter have their own beauty, sometimes it’s good to add a splash of colour to your life.
Queen Annes Lace
Attractive in flower, attractive in winter in a field of snow.
Prognosticator
Gerry Gargoyle did not see his shadow. Whether he did or not, it’s certain that we will have several more weeks of winter.
Waiting
We came across this chair on the riverbank during yesterdays walk, waiting for spring, waiting for someone to take a load off and relax while waiting.
The banana belt
This part of Ontario is called the ‘banana belt’. Compared to Sudbury, Thunder Bay, and Kapauskasing, it is a balmy part of the world. On a -17 morning in the heart of winter, it seems a bit of a misnomer.
The romance of the winter sun
While stratus clouds at the east edge of a snow squall blushed at the first touch of sunlight, the steam plume emitted by a power plant remained in shadow, awaiting the suns’ kiss. The corn stubble already feels the suns’ faint, frosty caress.
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