We're finally out of the deep freeze! It's gone up to about -5C/20F which is a huge improvement. And the wind chill is negligible, so I called the teenager down the road to come and shovel me out. The wind always deposits the biggest drifts right in front of the front, back and garage doors, plus the dryer vent! Go figure. So now, I'm all set until we get more snow and wind or until spring, whichever comes first.
The Big Biscuit - this pile of snow on the patio table isn't a drift, it's straight snow!
In my back yard there are drifts up to my knee in places. I like the way the snow has collected on my neighbor's porch finials. Looks downright jaunty!
Fellow blogger Avid Reader asked me for a fireplace shot. The gas heater fake fireplace I have now isn't as nifty as the old field stone wood-burning one I had back in High Country, but with the amount of bugs and spiders we have here on the lake, I'm not sure I'd want to bring in pieces of wood anyway, even in winter! One bitter cold winter in Alberta, I got a load of spruce logs that had big carpenter ants in them. I discovered them when I split a piece of wood with my axe - there they were, all lined up in a channel they'd eaten into the wood, and frozen solid. I took the log inside and tapped the ants into one of those covered clear plastic deli containers and set them on the kitchen floor in the sun. In just a few minutes they had thawed and were ready to get on with their lives. I took them back outside and dumped them back on the woodpile. I couldn't quite kill them outright, and figured if they cold stand another freeze then they deserved to live, if a woodpecker didn't spot them first.
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.