Winter Weary or Bad Hair Day

The horizon is an endless sea of white. The flakes keep falling and the temps keep dropping, but if I sit to ponder the thought the days seem to blur from one to the next.
So I concluded I would think of something else a little on the lighter, silly side…

Does a bunny ever have a bad hair day? Take for example my daughter’s rabbit Max. A cute, cuddly little fellow when he was just young.

As the months have passed and the snow keeps falling Max has gotten hairier…

And hairier!!
So when the snow stops falling will Max’s hair stop growing. Of course not. Gratefully my daughter is harvesting it for me and when she has an envelope full she’ll send it this way. I have a friend who’s a spinner and angora yarn is beautiful. Soft, fluffy and mottled in colour… just like Max.

Keep warm.

* A special thank you to Max for posing for the pictures and my daughter for taking them.

Hey Baby Its Cold Outside

We are locked in a pattern of bitterly cold Winter weather.

My advice …

 

New Horizons

Though the horizons set before you,

May be vast and unexplored

The wisdom that you hold within

Can make the journey filled with endless possibilities…

SMM

From the wilderness  of Canada Happy New Year

Happy Christmas

 

May your heart and home
Be filled with the joys of Christmas…
Happy Christmas Everyone

*Pic via Pinterest

Winter

Winter under cultivation

Is as arable as Spring

Emily Dickinson

The Winter solstice begins and the daylight hours become longer with each passing day. That alone is worthy of celebration…

One’s Perspective

 

 

I love snow… its beauty, the tranquility it brings and the melting potential to fill the creeks and rivers.
But I must admit what has just occurred 30 miles south of me in Buffalo NY. is downright deadly.

 

 

As soon as the first snowflakes fall I hear the complaints of the cold, how long the Winter will be and when will it ever end…

 

 

Perhaps these souls should take a cue from my daughter’s new kitten Oliver and go into hibernation mode…

 

 

I on the other hand shall enjoy it, even though it must be shoveled, respect it as it covers the streets and highways and be grateful of its breathtaking sparkle.

 

 

 

Mesmerized

Along the wayside lies many an abandoned home…
Still standing after decades of neglect almost as a tribute to its former occupants. Defying the passage of time bearing witness to a former glory…

I’m intrigued, perhaps mesmerized by their long forgotten history. Do the echoes of children’s laughter still fill the hall. Does the smell of fresh baked bread and woodsmoke permeate the kitchen.
Does the laundry still flap in the breeze on the clothesline out back…

Whatever the history that lies within this now empty shell I’m sure there were babes born here, lasses wed here and grandparents that died here amongst its many secrets…

So next time you come across such a place in your travels, stop for just a moment and listen…it may be history whispering back…

Pics taken along the road from Ontario to Alberta, Canada.