I Am Inhabiting the Fog
These past two days have been so foggy I feel almost as if I’m inhabiting a different world. I’m in that Stephen King story about the fog…okay not really thankfully! Traveling is more, well, interesting when something like another car or a deer can appear in front of you at the last second. It’s no wonder fog inspires writers to use it as a device to create suspense or to set a mysterious mood. The road is looking like this today:
And the view from my computer chair is also of a dim and whitewashed world:
This lane is looking like the passage to another realm:
Okay so perhaps my imagination is running away with me. Fog…a cloud on the ground…metaphor for confusion, befuddlement…sinister secrets.
Any favorite fog stories come to mind?
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Word of the Week
Since last Thursday I have been unable to get one particular noun out of my head. That word, that noun, is:
Snow.
Thursday I woke up to:
Snow. Serious Snow. Check this out:
Because of this Snow the kids had a Snow Day.
Friday we got more Snow.
Saturday I hid from the Snow inside a hockey arena. Sunday more hockey and–oh, get this–more Snow!
Monday, guess what? Snow. And another Snow Day for the kids. Got them to shovel some Snow.
Note abandoned Snow shovel above perched precariously on top of the Snow on top of the table. Note too that not much of the Snow was actually shovelled.
Today? Uh-huh, Snow.
It’s all whitish in the background. Trust me. This is Snow. It is snowing in this picture.
What’s in the forecast for tomorrow? Give you three guesses but you know you’d be right if you said SNOW!!!!
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The Backyard Beaver (A Photo Essay)
This morning I went to buy some presents for my neices and nephew at The Book Case, a terrific bookstore in Huntsville, Ontario (go figure I’d buy books for my relatives–I hope they don’t read this ;>). I got back in the house and looked out into the backyard. There was this weird scraggly blob of brown down on the ice. What the heck? This is what I saw:
So I threw my boots back on and crept back out the door. It was still there!
So I crept closer….
And closer…
And even closer…
And then…
It turned its head! Now I knew it was both alive and definitely a beaver. So I crept even closer…
And it was still there! It was probably thinking, “Can’t a beaver gnaw on some sticks in peace?Why is this crazy lady sneaking up on me?” Then I tried to get even closer but I shoulda known because…
SPLASH! It’d had enough of me. It was outta there.
So I beat a hasty retreat myself cause I was freezing. (In all the excitement I had forgotten to put on my coat.)
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Pretty Patterns
Yesterday the weather warmed up just enough to melt things a little. I dislike these ping-pong temperatures, these wishy-washy is-it-winter? or is-it-not-winter? days. But this was truly amazing. Too bad I couldn’t have taken the photo from directly above (alas, although I have been accused of being a space cadet I have not yet discovered how to defy gravity).
My photos don’t do the sight justice. But take my word for it when I say it was like the ice/snow was impersonating the Wicked Witch of the West and wailing “I’m m-m-m-e-l-t-i-n-g!” Within half an hour of this moment all trace of snow was gone. Not likely it’ll stay gone for long. I’m sure there’ll be a sequel any day now.
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