Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter For some parts of the world, rain is seasonal. There was a time we are blanketed with snow. Now in Vancouver, rain is part of life. Frosty the snowman does not live here. Challenges: … Continue reading →
“My heart mused and my spirit inquired” She was holding a flower when I first saw her. I wonder how she got it? Imagination takes over. Someone admires her and must have given her a flower. What a delightful sight … Continue reading →
Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still for once on the face of the earth, let’s not speak in any language; let’s stop for a second, and not move our arms too much. It would … Continue reading →
It’s winter. I used to dread this season of long days of darkness. Very little light affects my health and mental well-being. I never had this problem when I lived in the tropics where the sun shines. Learning to come … Continue reading →
For the record: clear, blue sky, low 3 Celsius, high 7 Celsius in Vancouver, BC. Canada
Spoiled rotten. Vancouverites are just spoiled rotten. What a beautiful weather we are having. Spring like weather and we deserve it!
Temperature will remain constant until Wednesday.
“Pray don’t talk to me about the weather, Mr. Worthing. Whenever people talk to me about the weather, I always feel quite certain that they mean something else. And that makes me quite nervous.” ― Oscar Wilde
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.