I could really use an ice-cold drink as cold as winter.
Yesterday, I was speaking to a man who moved to BC from Ontario because his family cannot stand another winter or summer further up north.
In Vancouver, our winter is becoming milder and milder. We used to have plenty of snow and frozen city lakes. The temperature only goes down to -10 celsius. I miss those days when we can actually go cross country skiing in our city parks.
It hardly snows in Vancouver. Winter is not winter, without snow. Last night it snowed. Calvin: Wow, it really snowed last night! Isn’t it wonderful? Hobbes: Everything familiar has disappeared! The world looks brand-new! Calvin: A new year … … Continue reading →
Snow is coming. Teresa said out of the blue staring out into the dark corners of the garden from the balcony, swaying her body side to side that drives me dizzy, Snow is coming. It’s only November and the cold … Continue reading →
Cats, give them a box, they just don’t know what to do with it. In the box, Out of the box Out of the box In the box Lucy the meteorologist is predicting Snow is coming. I ask: Is that … Continue reading →
Sky always blue.
Snow peaked mountains
towering the sky.
Mountains that I see everyday
basking in the light of the sun
My thoughts longing to reach it
to feel the warmth of the sun
the coldness of the snow
from the distant
I stand in silent reverence
Praising your Glory.
When I look outside my balcony towards north, facing the horizon, I could see Grouse Mountain of North Vancouver. When it’s covered with snow on a beautiful sunny winter day like today, it’s spectacular. I feel like making a trip and climb the Grouse grind. Not.
I cannot due to just being plain lazy. Then I look down below. Sigh. My beautiful tree is no longer there. I gave that tree a hug all the time. I love watching the squirrels going round and round the branches. The racoon checking out the tree at night for food. My winged friends make it their home to nest.
When it starts to flower and seeds, so much pollen floating in the air. Much too much pinecones and don’t mind if I have to rake them out. The beetles in summer months come out at night. Lucy and Maurice the cats exercised their hunting skills.
One year, Father Winter came with a vengeance, covered the tree with snowy splendor. And then… sad, the branches cannot carry the load of white powdery stuff. Needless to say, I bid goodbye to the tree and all I have left is this memory.