An Ode to Spring in Northern Ontario Part 2 (snow warning) A walk with Pam

Posted on March 20, 2013 by pam

Coming out the back door... — Coming out the back door…

I see the shovels... — I see the shovels…

but I can't quite see the car. — but I can’t quite see the car.

Oh, there's the car! — Oh, there’s the car!

I check out the front of the camp... — I check out the front of the camp…

...and trudge back up the hill... — …and trudge back up the hill…

...still trudging... — …still trudging…

The trailer is still standing... — The trailer is still standing…

So is the out house (thank goodness)... — So is the out house (thank goodness)…

pretty.... — pretty….

..so pretty... — ..so pretty…

I am hypnotised by the beauty.... — I am hypnotised by the beauty….

but...yes... must shovel... — but…yes… must shovel…

muuuusssst shovel.... — muuuusssst shovel….

But look, honey ..it's so pretty.... — But look, honey ..it’s so pretty….

Will Spring ever emerge...? — Will Spring ever emerge…?

Life keeps thrusting forth... — Life keeps thrusting forth…

..though the world be covered in snow... — ..though the world be covered in snow…

..does Spring sleep under the mound?

...tipping... — …tipping…

..this one reminded me... — ..this one reminded me…

a lion up a tree — …of this fellow…and I was warm for a moment…

..such lovely frosting... — ..such lovely frosting…

...bent by winds... — …bent by winds…

...the road home... — …the road home…

..our drive way... — ..our drive way…

..the emptying woodshed... — ..the emptying woodshed…

..and home again... — ..and home again…

Category: playing, Writer's LifeTags: Northern Ontario in March, Spring 2013, Winter walk

2 Comments on “An Ode to Spring in Northern Ontario Part 2 (snow warning) A walk with Pam”

Tracy
March 21, 2013

Lovely to look at, oppressive to live with. Fingers crossed that the lake can take all the extra snow!

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- pam
  March 21, 2013
  
  Hullo Tracy, thanks for popping over.
  
  We’ll have high water this year for SURE!
  
  We are actually in a bay in the Kebsquashesing river. Methinks it will be a wild melt this year.
  
  Go easy ~
  
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