Well, I gave up on looking for my wood pile. There is just too much snow to sort through, there were a couple of sticks I found, but I did not hit payload. |
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Well, I gave up on looking for my wood pile. There is just too much snow to sort through, there were a couple of sticks I found, but I did not hit payload. |
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Hi,
Hmmmm, I suppose I ought to say something wonderful about all that beautiful snow, but in all honesty, my mind just keeps me from doing so. Right now it is sunny with a clear sky and 17C, (62F) although this morning it was down to 6C. I don't think I've seen icicles that long since the last time I visited my son, 3,000M altitude in the Rocky Mountains.
Now, I realize that I am a bit slow and all, no doubt a product of our Southern educational system, but tell me again why people like six months of winter? Is it the snow shovels, the heavy boots. the ice storms, the frozen pipes or the vanishing wood piles? Use small words and simple sentences.
$139,000.00? For any house much less a Victorian?
Hmmmm, maybe I could get use to winter . . .
Bob
Well, Bob, to be honest, I still am gobsmacked as to why my ancestors decided to move to Canada, it must have been the free land and the true north strong and free.
I have only learned to enjoy certain parts of the winter in the last two years. Prior to that, I would layer sweaters until I looked like Humpty Dumpty, kind of like an egg on stilts, and I didn't have proper boots. When I bought my first down filled jacket, opportunities opened up for me. Such as cross country skiing, and having fun braving the elements, just for the sake of saying, "I did it".
My life is like a new
(mis)adventure every day!
Winter has it's beauty, but I like the other more temperate seasons better. Winter is like a foil for the other seasons. It makes you dream of the upcoming spring, and when you see that first crocus, you just about have a coronary.
Just wait until my ice dam gets bigger, honestly, that is nothing. My ice dam last year was about ten feet wide and six feet high! When it finally dropped from the roof, I was relieved that it didn't flatten the pug.
Well Sweetie, if you tell me you learn to love winter, I really do believe you, but I doubt if I am willing to share. I don't know whether I had mentioned it earlier, but last May and June I took my four sons to Russia in search of our roots (when the Tzar is restored to power, I'm a Count). One thing we heard over and over from the Russians is that if you really want to experience Russia you must come in Jan or Feb when temps of minus 30 to 40C are not uncommon in Saint Petersburg. Maybe not uncommon, but certainly unnatural, and anti life.
OK, i shared with you about kudzu - what is an ice dam?
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