Photo at Silver Star (ski hill) courtesy of Pat G.
The ski hill is beautiful, day or night.
More snow is on the way.
Thanks for the photos, Pat.
Way up high on the hills, the rain turned into snow.
Why is it that white snow comes out of black clouds?
How did that sunshine get through to the hills when the whole valley is in shade?
Can you guess where the deer are that used to live up in the hills? Where are the birds? Bears? Cougars? Squirrels?
I can only hope that those who didn’t wander down to lower elevations are hibernating in some cozy den. Probably even those who might hibernate would have come down from the highest parts of the hills, if they were able.
Meanwhile, I’m in my cozy den at home, not hibernating, but also waiting for winter to pass.
A new year is coming. That gives me hope that spring won’t be too far away.
Have a happy year ahead, everyone.
Yule is a celebration of the winter solstice as well as the Christian holiday we usually call Christmas.
Often you may hear about yule logs being placed on the fire in the fireplace. Basically that’s just a big piece of firewood, usually oak, burned around Christmas time. In days of old, people saved a piece of the previous year’s yule log to start the new fire.
My favourite yule logs are the kind I can eat. They have dates and coconut in them.
If you’d like to get the recipe for them, please check my post from a few years ago.
I don’t know who wrote that poem, but I think it has been around a very long time.
Also, I should mention that these photos are from six years ago and are not a true reflection of the weather here today.
I thought we had escaped the grip of winter by now, but then, this morning, yuck!
March certainly came in like a lion here with a bitter cold wind and then a dump of snow. I’m counting on it to go out like a lamb, hopefully with mild springtime temperatures.
I did some digging and found out that some people think the proverb about March is not so much about weather as it is about the stars.
At the beginning of March, the constellation Leo rises in the eastern sky. Then at the end of March, the constellation Aries (the ram, or perhaps the lamb in its younger days) sets in the west.
Whether it is weather related or has to do with the stars, it’s often safe to assume the weather is better towards the end of March.
Just for fun, here is a timely Knock, Knock joke that you all know.
Knock! Knock!
Who’s there?
Marshall.
Marshall who?
Marshall come in like a lion and go out like a lamb.
Photo by Pat Gerrie
I apologize for the background noise of dogs barking and garbage trucks backing up somewhere in the world outside my own little world.
I posted this a few years ago, but I still love it. My niece’s son and his friend are hesitating at the brink of the rink.
Keep in mind that when you’re three years old … things look different.
Are the bundles of clothing your mom makes you wear bulkier and heavier when you’re three?
Is that ice more slippery when you’re three?
Is it harder to “be a man” when you’re three?
Does it take more guts be brave in front of your buddy when you’re three?
Is that skating rink a mile wider when you’re three?
Do bruises from falling on the ice hurt more when you’re three?
Is life more exciting every minute of the day when you’re three?
Yes, yes, YES!
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