Monday, January 23, 2017

Snow, Idleness and a toasted dog.....

I should be crossing off items on my to do list but so far this morning I'm having trouble getting started.. I get up Ok 5.45am and breakfasts and Lunches etc and the family off to school, walk the dog feed the pets , quick cup of coffee and on with the day. Today I've stalled at quick cup of coffee... it's become cups of coffee and nothing quick about any of them.

We've had more snow recently than the last two years combined (they were rubbish for snow) 43+ inches so far and most of it is outside at the moment. Yesterday I cleared, shoveled and brushed for about 3 hours, digging out paths to the hen and the woodsheds, clearing the snow off the Kayaks (again) clearing the driveway then the vehicles and then the driveway again ..actually it was quite satisfying work..I'm a medium sized snow shovel and lots of journeys kind of snow clearer ..(having learned that large snow shovels may seem quicker but really make you ache more..lol) and still  today I think a hot tub would be nice.

So I have read the news and browsed about, hauled the dog out from under the wood stove where he was  scorching....I really don't like the smell of singed fur...which is a shame because that's what I can smell now. The daft dog was unaware that he was toasting.

Yesterday the Waxwings made an appearance ..whole flocks swooping and chatting and checking out the many Rowan trees still laden with berries. We still have Nuthatches and a rather scruffy looking woodpecker visiting our bird feeder..I haven't seen the chickadees lately so I hope they are still Ok.
How the birds survive the frigid weather mystifies me. It's been dropping to -14f and below lately and staying in the single digits in the day.

The sidewalks have a narrow pathway cleared by a neighbour who has been kindly taking his snowblower around the block after each heavy fall of snow. The City snow plows push the snow into piles or berms at the edge of the road so walking the dog each morning I walk down a narrow (about 2'6" wide) clear path with straight snow walls about thigh high. The snow is very beautiful and sparkles and reflects the light well. A Moose now wanders the neighborhood....we haven't seen her in a couple of Winters the heavy snow tends to encourage them into town, where they prune the trees in peoples gardens,. Crab apples are a favourite. I've nearly bumped into her twice in the mornings when walking the dog so I now pay attention.. Moose like their space and I'm happy to give it to her. So far she's just eyed the dog and myself up and carried on munching and the dog has been sensibly discreet so all good.

At the moment the snow on the roads is thick and rutted and takes a bit of driving over ..some cars handle it better than others. On Saturday afternoon the police put out a request to stay at home unless your journey was really necessary as so many drivers were getting into accidents 144 I think in town(but only 4 involved injuries), and the main ( and only) highway out of the city to the North (all 6 lanes) was closed for a while. The bigger roads tend to have wide grassed central reservations that gently dip in the middle ...the idea being if you slide off then you end up in the dip not back on the road or over into the opposite lanes. They are on the sides too and catch a lot of cars in Winter. 'Ditch diving' it's sometimes called.

The snow plows clear the main roads and routes first after a Winter storm then declare a plow out and divide the city into small sections and aim to plow all the side streets in three days (if possible) you can check online and see whats going on ...today's map



We are blue So we're due to be plowed out tomorrow ..they let you know so you can try and avoid leaving vehicles on the roadway

During my browsing this morning I researched an author whose book I have enjoyed Robert Westall and find he was very fond of cats. On his web page (or a web page dedicaed to his life and work, as he is no longer alive) there is a poem he wrote called "Wind Cat" that I really enjoyed you can read it here http://www.robertwestall.com/robert_westalls_cats.html
if you are so inclined. There is an article about his work here https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2006/oct/27/rememberingrobertwestall and wiki has a page about him here https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Westall

I was introduced to his work by the Radio play "The Stones of Muncaster Cathedral" and sought out the book which did not disappoint. The Story is about Joe Clark steeplejack  who unexpectedly gets a job repairing the stonework on a tower of Muncaster Cathedral  as Joe says " “There was something funny about the thing, something nobody wanted to talk about. Maybe my dream was a warning that there was something wrong with the tower: some steeplejack’s instinct that I couldn’t plumb. Something in the stone.”    It's a good story not a short story but not a full length book perhaps you'd call it a novella? anyway I enjoyed it.

Well I guess I better actually get something done ! or at least try wish me luck!


from an old gravestone

If you hold your nose to the Grindstone
and you leave it there long enough,
Then soon you'll say
there's no such things
as brooks that babble
and birds that sing,
these three will all your world compose,
just you, the stone and your poor old nose.

(from memory so may not be word perfect)