Tuesday, February 26, 2013
While others are witnessing tender shoots push their way through the last of winter's chilly blanket and burst into vibrant colour, I'm watching our mountains of snow continue to grow ever higher. I cringe at the thought of all that water being held in stasis until warmer temperatures release it to form a muddy lake. We may be building a boat come spring...
Some of these piles of snow are so high, I'm tempted to don my skis and get a run or two in before dinner.
Backlit by the frosty morning sunrise, they appear even more stately and I can't deny their rugged beauty.
The wind continues to sculpt and carve these mounds of white stuff into wondrous works of art that shimmer in the light.
Willow and I let our imaginations run a little wild the last time we were out and thought that these looked a lot like a pair of playful otters floating on their backs.
Could this be Jaws, trapped and frozen in our yard?
Meanwhile, inside the house, I've been working on three decorating projects simultaneously. My studio is nearing completion but had to be put on hold so I could give my attention to two other, more pressing jobs. If you're wondering where I am, or what I'm doing, just picture me with a paintbrush in my hand.