Every once in a while a mural pops up in an unexpected location. This one, in the middle of a field of oil storage tanks, is a welcome change to the otherwise unappealing landscape.
You’ve probably heard the line “It’s a marshmallow world in the winter” in that old song about the snowy time of year. Well, here it’s a more of a lumpy white chocolate fudge kind of world. We have snow, and lots of it. After the various graters and bobcats have dealt with the latest stormy deposits, the similarity to marshmallows is lost. See for yourself.
But remembering that this snow will help the farmers recover from last year’s drought makes me smile a tiny smile.
I know I’ve been rather silent the last few weeks, with nary a post. I could give you all sorts of reasons—lack of inspiring content, working overtime, etc., but I had to take a minute to wish all those I follow, and those readers who might give my posts a moment or two of their time, a happy a holiday and new year!
May joy and peace surround you, contentment latch your door. And happiness be with you now, and bless you evermore. (Old Irish Blessing)
The photos from this autumn walk are a little late in being posted, as winter settles in for a long stay here in Saskatchewan. We weren’t gifted this year with a long season of fall colours to enjoy. Almost as soon as the leaves began to change, the winds took them away. A carpet of gold covered the still green grass.
The park flower beds still bloomed in drifts of gold and purple, seemingly blocks long.
And some pots of flowers retained their beauty.
The lake, still, and mirror-like would soon turn to ice, waiting once more for warm spring breezes to return.