No Joke. This morning we woke to another snow fall. It's still pretty light but it's socked in and coming down steady. Yesterday the sun was out and managed to turn most of the driveway to brown. I don't know. I put the snow shoes away yesterday, maybe I angered Old Man Winter. I must admit I am getting a little tired of the snow and cold. I promise when, if, it ever gets to 33c here this year ( like it did for three days last year ) I won't hide in the house in my shorts. I will be out there soaking it up like it has to last for an entire six months of winter.
Not that it is all dreary of course. One of the things I really enjoy about the snow falling is how serene and quiet everything is. Very peaceful. It's a porridge morning.
My Son in law, Kevin, fixed me up with some tunes for the ride back from Vancouver. I mentioned that I didn't have a CD player in the shop. He reminded me that I did have one because he used it during a Christmas visit a few years ago. Lo and behold, Jo-Ann discovered it in the basement pile of boxes. It got set up in the shop - and we enjoyed "German Head Banger music" ( which is apparently called trans ) and some Van Morrison. The place rocked! We sat there, Jo-Ann on the chair with wheels, me on the kneeling stool, facing the music - on volume Max - the chickens don't mind, with big grins on our faces. Rocking forwards and backward like happy, spastic children. Drinking our lovely tea.
Life to the Max in Endako!