I just couldn’t resist that title! There was one of these wrought iron gates, and one of these regal lions, on either side of the entry to this acreage. This gateway looks like it would be more at home on an English estate, and struck me as a little ornate for rural Saskatchewan, but, I guess a man’s home is his castle!
This line of irrigators sits motionless in a snowy field, waiting for the last vestiges of winter to disappear, and the sun to warm the earth once more. Soon, crops will be planted, and green shoots will appear. The irrigators will move again, providing moisture, should the rains fail. The cycle begins anew.
“There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven—A time to give birth and a time to die; A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted.”
Ecclesiastes 3:1-2 (NASB)
Certain atmospheric conditions in Saskatchewan can last for days at a time, causing almost overnight, prairie mountains to appear, that grow larger, day by day.
This weird occurrence can happen annually, but sometimes years can pass without these anomalies showing up in parking lots and other open spaces.
Though the mountains slowly dissipate, the last vestiges might not disappear until May.
We were traveling home after Christmas, and the sky was blue, but it was not a clear, sunny, azure sky. The thick cloud cover above us, blue, and heavy, transferred its colour to the snow covered fields below. It was both beautiful, and eerie, and a sight I had not seen before, or since.