Hit the spot

The snow was pelting down, being whipped around by the driving wind. It was the kind of day that one craves comfort food. Especially seems it was a harrowing afternoon…

#Blueskiesandsunshine

My favourite hashtag is #blueskiesandsunshine and that’s what yesterday was all about. Not so much today but I try hard, sometimes unsuccessfully, not to whine about the weather.

Snow Squares

It is a common winter phenomena here that one never walks far but still walks a lot. Why you ask?

Grampa Dan and Nicky

This isn’t your average #whatsonyourbookshelfchallenge kind of post. But it seems very fitting and a lot of fun. And seems fun is important I decided it was worthy of a post.

Hit by a …

I’d have to say 2022 has started with a serious bang here in our household. Not of the fireworks variety unfortunately.

A Cold Ribbon

I stand awe stricken 

Colours dancing across sky

Worth frigid digits

An under attack event

Climate change threatened

Moondogs…

Moon dogs
Sun dogs
Cold dogs

And the big bad wind said
I will huff and puff and blow the house down
And the wind blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew some more
But the old house on the hill withstood the onslaught
Albeit the downspout sounded like a plane on takeoff

And the big bad wind said
I will swirl and snarl and whip the snow around
And the wind blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew some more
And the snow stood in mounds and waves like it had done somersaults
With eerie dog pee stack castoffs

And the big bad wind said
I will blow your brain till it has a meltdown
And the wind blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew some more
And then blew some more
And the brain caved and cracked until there was no freedom of thought
Finally sleep came to avoid a total brain lift off

Drifts captured – Moon dogs were the morning before and not captured

Twenty four plus hours of non stop full force wind and I once again wonder how the dirty thirties were survived. Ninety years later we appear to be back to the roaring twenties but this time it’s not the morals but the wind. Endlessly flailing at the world perhaps in retaliation for climate change. It’s howl loudly heard through the trees in the ravine as we try to escape the windchill. One can, if desperate, escape the buffeting endless pressure of it by sleeping in the basement.

I am fairly certain that poetry is not my strong suit but hey I actually managed a few rhyming words. Perhaps I over did it on the repetitive phrase or perhaps the wind over did it and fried my brain.

This afternoon the sun shone. The wind was a light breeze. The temp was a balmy -16. We had a fabulous snow shoe and went much farther than the last few days. It was the kind of the day that makes one love winter. Gotta focus on the positives and sleep hard tonight to make up for last night!

Bernie

Walk time

We tried to do the advent activity fully together but didn’t sustain it for long. I think it’s something to do with cadence.

GT 2020

The best way to fight the dull winter blues is to embrace winter. Which is exactly what we did this afternoon. We made time to go “GTing” with the littles. Squeals of delight and falling off on purpose. “Faster Grampa faster” I heard as I tried to snap a picture of the three of them zipping down the driveway.

Shrouded in Silence Sunday

Heavy and intense, it built upon itself hour after hour. Never once giving way to other forces..