With the return of the sun to the northern hemisphere an uptick in people following my blog has occurred.
Hello, and welcome to you all. **waves**
(not counting the obvious spam-a-lots, and dubious ‘follows’ that are just a weird collection of letters with outlook.com at the end. (anyone else getting a bunch of those lately?) C’mon spammers, you can do better than that … probably best not to give them any ideas though)
What I thought I’d do is provide a mini ‘glossary’ of things for newcomers who might be wondering what I’m talking about.
First of all – the ‘Widds’ Collection
Widdershins, Widder, Widds – That’s me. I answer to all three. When I started venturing out into the baby interwebz last century, ‘Widdershins’ was the username I picked for myself, and it stuck.
Mrs Widds – The delightful woman I’m married to. (yep, marriage has been legal for lesbians and gays here in Canada since 2004) We met online and I moved from Australia to Canada so we’d be together. (it wasn’t the snow, really, well it was partly the snow, but I’ll never admit that in polite society!)
Widder Island – I live in a small community on a little island in the Lower Mainland of British Columbia, Canada … which is in the middle of …
Widder Lake – I live on an island in the middle of a lake! How cool is this!
We used to have a cranky old cat, (Widder Cat) but she died a few years back and so we were adopted by …
Coco the Community Cat – Coco, who recently featured in my ‘David Attenborough stealth mode’ post actually lives across the way with her primary staff-person, but has acquired a collection of subsidiary residences along our end of our little road, whom she regularly visits for BBQ’s and cuddles and naps.
We don’t feed her, because, hey she’s got three other households who do, but we do provide the bestest cuddles and comfy safe places to nap, and the snipping of dreadies (bits of matted fur) that form in her gorgeous long, very long, fur. (which she kindly leaves over everything so we don’t forget about her when she’s not here)
And last, but by no means last …
The Winter Tree (also the Summer, Autumn, and Spring, Tree – depending on the time of year) – is a wonderful maple tree in our front yard who has featured in assorted seasonal posts wherein I grumble about the heat or squee about the snow.
Because of the late start to spring this year, (just about everywhere in the northern hemisphere) she’s only just pulled on her scarlet regalia, and there is a gap where the ice storm of last winter deprived her of two major branches, which gives her a rather ‘interesting’ look.
If there’s anything I’ve left out please let me know and I’ll endeavour to explain as we go along.