Please Mum

She always sits there looking so pathetic.

There are so many squirrels out, getting away.

She gives me that look, lady, why haven't you opened the door for me.

But I know she has to have her walk first,

her poo poo bulletin board, otherwise,

she'll leave me presents.

It's a great exercise for both of us

Consistency

Blew By You

The wind is wicked today.  Not the type of day for top hats or toupees.

Watched my deck furniture move across the deck.

Some geese fighting the wind to land on the lake.

This always makes me think, "There's no place like home."

And a small part hopes I wake out of my black and white world into 

the beautiful colorful Land of Oz.

Then I look around again and simply say,

There's no place like home.

Homemade Castanets

We were challenged to make an instrument at home.

We could go with the usual - the waxed paper over the comb.

Then we thought about the swinnet, a thumb piano - but we didn't have time.

But Wolf gets the idea to make a rainstick,

Which I translate into castanets.

Here's your supply list:

bottle caps (can't help mine are beer)

hammer

cardboard

scissors

glue

paint.

Cut the cardboard into two equal strips.  Hammer the caps flat.  Paint both the cardboard strips and the bottle caps to cover the beer advertisement.   Fold the strips in half.  Glue the caps to each end of the cardboard so they click when touched together.  Put on some Otmar Liebert and ole!

Running on a winter's day

You never know what you will find on the trail.

A dog chasing a deer, who stops in mid run to come over and sniff your leg.

Some leftover snow

And a couple walking on a winter morning

Not sure why the umbrella is up.

But watching them walk by holding hands 

Makes me smile.

Big Air Competition

The hardest thing to watch as a mother.

Your child races down the hill, to hit the jump.

They are airborne, then either land the jump

Or they crash and burn.  

Your heart races as they crash.

You watch them sit there for a few minutes.

Holding your breath.

Slowly letting it out as they

Jump back up, ride to the lift

To go do it again.

Can't get sick of it

Another snow picture.

Are you sick of it yet?

Because I'm not at all.

I can spend every day on the snow.

Is it because it is fun to ski?

Or the hanging with our friends on the slops?

Or the apres ski?

I won't tell you which one I like more,

Because most already know.

I'm just going to enjoy.

The Winter Day

It starts as stillness

The air changes

There's a short pause

then it starts.

Snow falling gently

cleansing the path

as my feet

create a rhythm of

crunch, crunch, crunch.

Meditation

breathing

becomes a series of

white puffs

The mind taking a break

as Mother Nature paints her canvas white.