Tozeur sunset, edge of Sahara.
They were doing the line dance when what sounded like firecrackers split the air. Because the sound was to be expected at a Chinese lantern festival, no one immediately noticed the demise of a fig tree that for 144 years had watched skyscrapers built around it and a freeway carved out beside it; that saw…
for Six Word Saturday
It’s been a cold few days in Central Ontario, but that’s winter, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. The bone-chilling temps and accompanying wind certainly go through a body, bringing tears to the eyes and a quickness to footsteps.
Almost everyone on the radio, TV and in the grocery line exclaim to all who will listen that winter is dreadful this year, way too cold, and with too much snow. Maybe for some this is true, but for me. I live in a place that seems to revel in each season. Here, winter isn’t ‘the end of the world’!
The country road I travel each day also sings a happy winter tune. The snow plows, snowmobiles, snow tires in deep snow, and the sound of winter boots on packed snow are sweet notes in my ears. I love winter equally as much as other seasons. Despite the bone-chilling temps of late, I look forward to opening the back door in the morning and taking in that first deep breath of cold, clean winter air. Living in the woods in the winter always makes me feel alive, invigorated and blessed.
Mother nature sure knows how to usher in a new year with flare! Over the last two days, many of us in central Ontario – in the District of Parry Sound, have been treated to a glorious new year’s with frosted snow covered trees, roads and lakes. Everything sparkles!
Welcome 2019! So far, so beautiful!