The Snows of Widder Island

It snowed for five days …

The second night

The second night

Our front yard looked like this …

30 centimeters of snow dug out three times

30 centimeters of snow dug out three times

… and this …

Poor Rosemary is somewhere underneath all that

Poor Rosemary is somewhere underneath all that

Neighbours pitched in to clear driveways, and cars, and a way out to the main road …

A posse of six women did most of this

A posse of six women did most of this

But, the day before yesterday came the freezing rain …

The sound of cracking branches reverberated across the island

The sound of cracking branches reverberated across the island

Ice, everywhere …

Our driveway marker. The top meter or so anyway

Our driveway marker. The top meter or so anyway

Then the inevitable happened. No electricity. Mrs Widds and I were prepared …

Kerosene heater – with supper in the pot on top – light and warmth

Kerosene heater – with supper in the pot on top – light and warmth

I love Winter!

Snow on the Ground. Going … Going …

We’ve had snow on the ground since early December. It looked something like this …

Our street in the middle of January

Our street in the middle of January

But then along came our usual rainy weather and it all started to melt …

I’m melting

I’m melting

(Looks like Rosemary survived fairly unscathed)

I felt like Winter was disappearing before my very eyes

I’m melting ... I’m melting

I’m melting … I’m melting

But then … at 8am this morning …

I’m melt ... whoopsie!!!

I’m melt … whoopsie!!!

 

SNOW!!!!

Snow-mores!!!!

Snow-mores!!!!

In other related news, I have a chitis in my broncs (bronchitis) and I can’t go out and play. There’s nothing sadder than a grownup who loves snow as much as I do  …

Revenge of the Snow Shoveler

Anyone who’s spent a couple of winters with me on this blog knows I go a little squirrely when it snows. This year is no exception.

Day 1 … Keep an eye on our poor rosemary bush

About 20 centimeters deep

About 20 centimeters deep

Day 2 … This is after digging poor Rosemary out twice

Upwards of 40 centimeters

Upwards of 40 centimeters

Day 3 … More snow

This was a few days ago. Now it looks like a skating riink

This was a few days ago. Now it looks like a skating riink

Day 4 … Rhodo snowcones

I don't think they appreciated my glee at their predicament

I don’t think they appreciated my glee at their predicament

 

Finally … Just so you know, I would never do this … really …

Best Laid Plans

Recently I’ve had an influx of new readers and followers on this blog, which is really nice, so I thought a bit of a catch-up/about me post was in order … but first, the weather …

The snow’s all melted except for the sad remnants of the little boy wizard-in-training’s snow fort. (he, of the wondrous wellies from my previous post) The bluejays and robins, and some sort of bird that looks like a cross between a starling and a robin, are still enjoying their baths, except that now they have to be content with puddles, and potholes that appeared in the middle of the road after the snow transmogrified into water.

It’s been raining for nine straight days now. This morning I found myself checking for signs of gill-ness around my neck and ribs, and web-ness between fingers and toes.

Such amounts of one particular sort of weather can sometimes bring on bouts of introspection. (much preferable to bouts of rain induced homicidal mania, or conversely, depression) Satisfied I had not sprouted gills or webbing, I sat at my desk, with cuppa, and stared over the top of my monitor at the garden and frolicking avians, not really seeing either. And reviewed the complex and statistically improbable stepping stones that brought me to this place and this time.

I was born in England, but before I turned two my parents decided to seek their fortune in the colonies. They had three choices, Australia, Canada, or New Zealand. Why they chose Australia I’ll never know. Perhaps it was so spectacularly different from Canada and New Zealand. However, to Australia we went. I wonder how I’d’ve turned out if we’d stayed in England. (or moved to NZ or Canada … another one of those irony things is I’m in Canada anyway)

The next big splitting of the pentiments (hehe, see what I did there?) was having to leave school at fourteen. Working at all sorts of low-skilled labouring jobs. I could’ve stayed doing that, perhaps working my way up from a factory floor into a managerial position. What stories would I have been able to tell of that life, I wonder? But no, I had a yearn to learn, and a short attention span. Everything I tried added to my list of things I didn’t want to do or be.

I thought I might want to be a world class athlete, but motorbike-meets-semi-trailer took care of that ambition.

I thought I might want to be an architect, and talked my way into university as a mature age student. (High school dropout goes to university. I still chuckle at that) I was good at it too. Architecture, not university. Turns out I’m too much of an iconoclast to play the academic game.

In the end architecture clashed with the spiritual path I’d taken to like a duck to water. I was studying architecture and Shamanism at the same time, but ultimately, ‘there could be only one.’##

Now we come to a fun bit of this little wander down my memory lane. Finding romance on the interwebz. Let me tell you, there were a thousand ways that could’ve gone wrong, but it didn’t. OK, there were a couple of hiccups, but nothing that didn’t expand my horizons a little. (Moving from one side of the Pacific Ocean to the other qualifies as the ultimate expanded horizon, I think)

Throughout all my adventures, a thread ran through everything I did, became and evolved into. Writing.

If you’ve read my ‘About Me’ page you’ll know about my first foray into storytelling. Nothing much happened after that until my motorcycle accident, where I spent the first year of recovery alternately being tortured by a wonderful physiotherapist and writing the first draft for what ultimately turned out to be (probably) book 3 of the ‘Gallery’ series (of which, book 1 is ‘Mortal Instinct’) … and what a journey that was

So, it seems that I was always destined to be a writer, it just took me a while to get here!

P.S. the rain stopped, as it is wont to do, and then the sun came out, finally!

 

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Monday Snow Musings

Did you know that robins and bluejays like playing in the snow? Even when it’s turning into a giant slushy because of two days of rain on the heels of three days of snow. So does the little boy from the house across the way all decked out in bright yellow wellies with blue stars on them. (I’m certain he’ll grow up to be a wizard)

Today however, I can’t go out and play with any of them. My knees are acting up and the best I can do is gaze winsomely out my window. (where I took the pic from) You can’t see the birds because I think they’re bathing in the car tire canyons created by this morning’s exodus, and the boy scooted out of sight before I got the shot, but they’re all still out there, playing in the slush. Who in their right mind, even a robin or a bluejay, bathes in icewater, even for fun?

There are bluejays and robins here somewhere

There are bluejays and robins here somewhere

Days like today seem to belong to other realms or reality. Another house across the way has a plume of white smoke issuing from its chimney. The smoke gets caught up by a bit of a breeze that mixes it seamlessly with the dense mist that’s rolling in from the lake.

While I appreciate all this wintery imagery in spite of my banged up knees that keep me snug inside my little Widderhouse, my writerly tasks are nudging my elbow. Perhaps they’ve conspired with my knees to keep me here at my desk. So, back to it I go .. right after this …

It was great to see Gravity collect so many Academy Awards last night. I am slightly peeved that Sandra Bullock didn’t win, but I haven’t seen any of the movies that the other nominees were in so it has to remain a little slightly irrational peeve.

This video proves yet again that life and art are eternally intertwined.

Cornucopia IV

I reckon all indie and small publishing companies ought to at least take a squiz (Aussie slang for ‘look’) at this blog,  Ebook Bargains UK Blog.  Don’t let that ‘UK’ bit fool you. This blog is about the global ebook picture. There are more things in heaven and earth than Amazon and the US markets. (to not-quite mangle the Bard

Also for Indie authors … IndieReCon starts tomorrow. (25th February) Check out the Presenters.  Plus they have a Grand Prize and giveaways,  and … everything!

IndieReCon Promo Badge

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I knew it. The Kitteh Revolution has begun – they didn’t need to grow opposable thumbs after all!

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To celebrate our third straight day of snow here on Widder island, (there’s about 40cm –16-ish inches – right outside my window) here’s a video that did the rounds during the festive season just past … also perfect for a snowy Monday in February …

Waltzing in a Widder Wonderland

We recently had our second dose of snow here on Widder Island. The Fraser River, that our lake runs into, had its own winter adventure, and so rather than do a 2013 retrospective (because by now we all know how I feel about 2013) I decided to post a few pictures of one of my favourite things … SNOW!

Have a Happy New Year everyone. I’ll see you all in 2014.

The lake froze over, small persons were skating on it, and then it snowed

The lake froze over, small persons were skating on it, and then it snowed

The main road off the island

The main road off the island

Ice floes on the Fraser River

Ice floes on the Fraser River