Complain, complain
If you’ve browsed this blog a bit I’m sure you haven’t failed to notice that I complained about the snow an awful lot. Turns out I might have been justified in grumbling…at least a little.
Yes, I’m Canadian. Yes, I live in a rural area. Yes, I should be used to snow. But nearly 18 feet in one winter? According to this article in The Bracebridge Examiner that’s how much snow my part of the world got this winter. The highest in the province!
All I can say is we’re lucky we had two partial melts in there.
And speaking of melts, it looks like it’s finally underway for real! For the last week or so it’s been a pleasure to see these signs of spring:
* the beaver paddling along the narrow shoreline melt
* the sound of a woodpecker calling and hammering
* the call of the redwing blackbird! Love those guys.
* mud
* a pair of great blue herons flying overhead
* the mallards are back
And personally, as the highway snowbanks shrink, I find it fascinating to see how many guardrail posts the snowplows took out over the winter. This year they hardly demolished any. Good job!
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The Snowman Cure
A simple snowman.
Cure for the seasonal blues, writing rejections, writer’s block, whatever ails your soul.
Never underestimate the power of playing like a kid.
(Even if you’ve had to have one coerce you into making this discovery!)
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Who Didn’t Get the Memo?
Okay, it’s spring already, right? Apparently whoever is in charge of the weather is ignoring that particular bit of information. I was housebound yesterday.
This was the highway.
Yes, I was kinda standing on the roadway but there wasn’t exactly a big flow of traffic. And next is the highway looking in the other direction.
Happily the sun is shining today, so that 14 or so inches of new stuff we just got (according to the guy who snowplows my driveway) should make some kickin’ snowpeople. I hope. Because that new snow piled on top of all the rest of the snow we had before means the white stuff will probably be hanging around for awhile yet.
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March Break with Snake
My fashion accessory here is a corn snake. Beautiful, no? Lent to me when we went to the Sciensational Sssnakes display at a local car dealership.
The snake took a liking to my shoulder but then it kept on going. It was crawling over my shoulder and started investigating my purse! I figured it would stop. Nope! It was actually disappearing into my bag. See?
So I’m standing there wondering what I should do. Do I pretend nothing’s going on? Do I wait for someone to notice a missing snake? Do I call for help and freak out just about every four year old in the place?
At last a man in charge came over to help. I had to take the bag off my shoulder and open it while he held the last visible bit of snake and tugged on it in order to extricate it. It was firmly wedged in there! Not sure exactly what it liked. It could have been the gum wrappers, old grocery lists, a paperback novel, pencil, eraser, hairbrush, hand sanitizer, notebook, pen, Canadian Tire coupons, ancient kleenexes, lone fuzzy Skittle, grocery receipts…. Maybe it just felt like home!
Maybe it’s time to clean out the purse.
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(Thanks to my son who grabbed my phone to take the photos.) Here’s one last one of two other corn snakes.
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