Oh my, well, I guess that answers my question. It is pretty though, a few rhapsodies would be in order for us snow loving people who don't get much... it almost never snows on Paris.
Et oui, vous êtes cernés, errr, faites. Happy shovelling, or snowblowing, or sledding, whatever it is you do in such situations. Or just sitting inside with hot tea and a good book. What're ya reading these days anyway ? Did you get through all of Fowles' works ?
...very deep sigh... Year since last I saw snow with me own eyes. Temperature here still about 16C during midday. Trees still filled with ripe oranges, lemons respectively. If the snow will melt in the future, you might be able to tell me where all its white goes - something I wonder for years now. A nice start into the new week for you all.
Hey BrOwen, You know what they say about a picture being worth a thousand words. Did you have snowy winters as part of your childhood? You've probably surmised that I am not a snow-lover. And I don't shovel it, or blow it, or slide in it. If all the elements are perfect, I might be persuaded to go snow-shoeing. But yes, sitting indoors with a good cup of strong tea and a gripping book is definitely the best way to get through the 5 months of winter ahead. I just finished reading "The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society" which was a surprisingly enjoyable read...in spite of the predictable, syrupy ending. Am presently reading a novel by a Nova Scotia author--can't remember the name of writer or book. Recently read John LeCarre's "The Mission Song" (had to plough through some of the politics). Will get into some more Fowles to go with the foul weather later in the winter.
Pierre corrected my French. Apparently, even though it is said "faite", it is spelled "fait". And it certainly looks like I am. (Pierre, on the other hand, loves the snow and ice that winter brings). Bah! Humbug.
Saj, I will not say unkind things to you just because I am writhing with jealousy at your perfect 25 degree weather. It's been a long-time coming for you, I know, and I hope you revel in it. Don't forget your sunscreen! I wish I could read tea leaves, and that they would show me a way out of here! As for books, see above literary report to brother Owen.
It's time to turn over and tan the other side now, dear. So what is your cold drink of preference for hot winter weather?
Yes, Robert, why is snow white? And how many tones of white are there, I wonder. It is said that the Inuit have a hundred or so names for the different kinds of snow they experience. I have just one word for it, but I won't say it here! But it is pretty, for a time. And one bundles up and copes. I wish you a pleasant week, full of warm encounters!
And what a pleasure it is to have two adoptive sisters at opposing ends of the earth ! One writhing in envy over the other's 25° heat ! I agree with you sister Lynne, that is obviously outrageous that sister Saj should flaunt her abundance of warmth and pleasant temperatures, while others among us are shivering in the frigid northern climes...
Well, BrOwen, with our scattered blogily (familog?) we can enjoy a veritable smorgasbord of weather reports. The foie gras is always greener on the other side of the world, non?
Oh my, well, I guess that answers my question. It is pretty though, a few rhapsodies would be in order for us snow loving people who don't get much... it almost never snows on Paris.
ReplyDeleteEt oui, vous êtes cernés, errr, faites. Happy shovelling, or snowblowing, or sledding, whatever it is you do in such situations. Or just sitting inside with hot tea and a good book. What're ya reading these days anyway ? Did you get through all of Fowles' works ?
Very pretty picture, and here I am sweltering in 25 degree heat!
ReplyDeleteSo, what ARE you reading these days? Tea leaves?
...very deep sigh...
ReplyDeleteYear since last I saw snow with me own eyes. Temperature here still about 16C during midday.
Trees still filled with ripe oranges, lemons respectively.
If the snow will melt in the future, you might be able to tell me where all its white goes - something I wonder for years now.
A nice start into the new week for you all.
Oh, the horror!
ReplyDeleteHey BrOwen, You know what they say about a picture being worth a thousand words. Did you have snowy winters as part of your childhood? You've probably surmised that I am not a snow-lover. And I don't shovel it, or blow it, or slide in it. If all the elements are perfect, I might be persuaded to go snow-shoeing. But yes, sitting indoors with a good cup of strong tea and a gripping book is definitely the best way to get through the 5 months of winter ahead. I just finished reading "The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society" which was a surprisingly enjoyable read...in spite of the predictable, syrupy ending. Am presently reading a novel by a Nova Scotia author--can't remember the name of writer or book. Recently read John LeCarre's "The Mission Song" (had to plough through some of the politics). Will get into some more Fowles to go with the foul weather later in the winter.
ReplyDeletePierre corrected my French. Apparently, even though it is said "faite", it is spelled "fait".
And it certainly looks like I am. (Pierre, on the other hand, loves the snow and ice that winter brings). Bah! Humbug.
Saj, I will not say unkind things to you just because I am writhing with jealousy at your perfect 25 degree weather. It's been a long-time coming for you, I know, and I hope you revel in it. Don't forget your sunscreen! I wish I could read tea leaves, and that they would show me a way out of here! As for books, see above literary report to brother Owen.
ReplyDeleteIt's time to turn over and tan the other side now, dear. So what is your cold drink of preference for hot winter weather?
Yes, Robert, why is snow white? And how many tones of white are there, I wonder. It is said that the Inuit have a hundred or so names for the different kinds of snow they experience. I have just one word for it, but I won't say it here! But it is pretty, for a time. And one bundles up and copes. I wish you a pleasant week, full of warm encounters!
ReplyDeleteAnonymous:
ReplyDeleteYou got that right!!!
Oh, the joy of pristine virgin snow !
ReplyDeleteAnd what a pleasure it is to have two adoptive sisters at opposing ends of the earth ! One writhing in envy over the other's 25° heat ! I agree with you sister Lynne, that is obviously outrageous that sister Saj should flaunt her abundance of warmth and pleasant temperatures, while others among us are shivering in the frigid northern climes...
ReplyDeleteWell, BrOwen, with our scattered blogily (familog?) we can enjoy a veritable smorgasbord of weather reports. The foie gras is always greener on the other side of the world, non?
ReplyDeleteAnonymous:
ReplyDeleteI had to delete my own comment, I got so choked up thinking about those precious 30 seconds of virgin snow I couldn't see to type straight.
Its a very cool shot
ReplyDeleteI LOVE SNOW :-)
Anya, It's so cool, it's cold! But it is pretty in the sunshine, with the trees all outlined in white, silhouetted against the blue sky.
ReplyDeleteThe first real snow of the year is always like a cold, hard slap in the face... you just gotta say "Thanks, I needed that"
ReplyDeleteDavid *
Actually, David, I could have done without it!
ReplyDelete:-D