Saturday, 25 February 2012
snow, blowing snow - temps minus 7
Yippeee - went to bed as the blizzard began and awoke to what you see. Very difficult for me to capture on my old Blackberry, feels more dramatic than it looks. This is Trudy and me on our morning walk....about a foot of snow has fallen already, with more on the way. We can now barely see the trees at the other end of the pond.
Got a soaker taking the composting out to our compost bin, out back. It felt like childhood. And so great to shake the snow out of my boots when I got back inside - brush it off my socks, then head to the fireplace, put my wet feet up on the hearth - and let them dry. Our home now smells of coffee, wet dog, and wet wool. ahhh, home.
Finished reading the film script. Will let it digest for the weekend, then will contact the producers. It is all, for me, a learning process - and one thing that I've learned with age, it to pause. Think. Reflect. Be quiet. Then speak. so important to sit in silence. And equally important to speak. Neither necessarily comes naturally.
Bird feeders are full...good thing too. I think, through the window, you can see one of them - an open box...and I think there's a blue jay in it. We get blue jays and black capped chickadees and woodpeckers and mourning doves and purple finches - and what a friend called 'lbj's...little brown jobs. Yesterday we got home to find a family of wild turkeys. I keep hoping for a cardinal, but so far nothing.
We had some sad news yesterday. Lucy and Danny, from Brome Lake Books, had to put their golden Jessie down. Jessie was such a part of their family, and of the bookstore. So often there....but clearly slowing down and having difficulty walking of late. And finally, it was time. We're desperately sad for Danny and Lucy and their boys. What emptiness in the home. Jessie was also Trudy's mom. A lovely dog.
Good girl, Jessie. Good girl.