The heart is grieving for the tragedy in Humboldt. Our family group was in rural Saskatchewan just last September and it's all too easy to relate ... could have been us? But mostly overwhelming sadness for the parents and survivors. Truly our thoughts and prayers are with them...
Otherwise it's still winter and it's getting tedious. The approaching snow clouds are actually visible, like creepy white fog lurking to wrap the house. Then wham! It's winter wonderland again and the shoveling can't keep up. The summer cars have to stay in the barn, making it over 7 months since the rubber has hit the road.
The unstoppable bird migration is on, even in the cold and snow. Waves of goldfinches, juncos, 10 kinds of sparrows, cardinals, etc., etc. This robin can't find a worm but who ordered the slushie??
So Pat identifies them, I feed them, and we both keep a stiff upper shovel.
When the snow stops, the light is magical. Branches groan, glazed with ice. Icicles forming on the upper trough are normal. But I've never seen them form under the deck! And the snowyard out front sparkles, like diamonds by the basketfull.
Wild turkeys have shown up by the dozen. It's mating time, with red-faced toms preening and circling the hens. The girls look at turkey butts and say "Seen one, seen 'em all..."
In an eerie coincidence, we drove by an accident site yesterday. Not as bad as out west, but Humboldt is all around us, in heart and mind. Canada weeps...
Otherwise it's still winter and it's getting tedious. The approaching snow clouds are actually visible, like creepy white fog lurking to wrap the house. Then wham! It's winter wonderland again and the shoveling can't keep up. The summer cars have to stay in the barn, making it over 7 months since the rubber has hit the road.
The unstoppable bird migration is on, even in the cold and snow. Waves of goldfinches, juncos, 10 kinds of sparrows, cardinals, etc., etc. This robin can't find a worm but who ordered the slushie??
So Pat identifies them, I feed them, and we both keep a stiff upper shovel.
When the snow stops, the light is magical. Branches groan, glazed with ice. Icicles forming on the upper trough are normal. But I've never seen them form under the deck! And the snowyard out front sparkles, like diamonds by the basketfull.
Wild turkeys have shown up by the dozen. It's mating time, with red-faced toms preening and circling the hens. The girls look at turkey butts and say "Seen one, seen 'em all..."
In an eerie coincidence, we drove by an accident site yesterday. Not as bad as out west, but Humboldt is all around us, in heart and mind. Canada weeps...
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