Day Two, Snow-Swept Tundra…
As I gaze out my front window today, I simply view a vast sea of white. The driveway I shovelled yesterday is covered over once again. The roads are somewhat cleared, but blowing winds have undone what the road-clearers accomplishing overnight. In the third week of April, we have been buried under by Mother Nature’s sense of humour, or a terribly excessive case of dandruff. Bah, humbug…
In the distance, I’m pretty sure a couple of polar bears are chasing a seal that was foolish enough not to use the pedestrian crosswalk, a bit further away from their den. There is smoke rising from all the roofs of the other igloos in our neighbourhood, as furnaces have been turned on once again – today it is -20° C, with the wind-chill. A perfect temperature for setting ice cubes.
A navy icebreaker is trying to open up parts of the creek alongside a nearby golf course. Even with 3-foot drifts of snow, calls of “fore” can still be quite clearly heard. I can’t imagine any endeavour I would be that passionate about, to have to wear a ski suit just to participate.
And worst of all, we have a basement full of tulips, which we had hoped to plant in our yard this weekend. Now we’ll have to buy a goat, to feed them to.
Life – so fragile, and often so cruel…
Chow for now!!
As I gaze out my front window today, I simply view a vast sea of white. The driveway I shovelled yesterday is covered over once again. The roads are somewhat cleared, but blowing winds have undone what the road-clearers accomplishing overnight. In the third week of April, we have been buried under by Mother Nature’s sense of humour, or a terribly excessive case of dandruff. Bah, humbug…
In the distance, I’m pretty sure a couple of polar bears are chasing a seal that was foolish enough not to use the pedestrian crosswalk, a bit further away from their den. There is smoke rising from all the roofs of the other igloos in our neighbourhood, as furnaces have been turned on once again – today it is -20° C, with the wind-chill. A perfect temperature for setting ice cubes.
A navy icebreaker is trying to open up parts of the creek alongside a nearby golf course. Even with 3-foot drifts of snow, calls of “fore” can still be quite clearly heard. I can’t imagine any endeavour I would be that passionate about, to have to wear a ski suit just to participate.
And worst of all, we have a basement full of tulips, which we had hoped to plant in our yard this weekend. Now we’ll have to buy a goat, to feed them to.
Life – so fragile, and often so cruel…
Chow for now!!
2 comments:
Wahhhhh!!!!
No, silly...
Not "wahhhh-ter".
"Snooooowww"!!
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