First snow today (or at least, the first snow that will last longer than a few warm days). Big flakes. Lots of wind. Invigorating to walk in. I have been out and will now stay in until Monday.
Sunday is applesauce and home-made soup day. Reading Doctor Sleep day. Hibernating.
I have a full freezer, full fridge and full cupboards. I have cable (after six months of only having one channel) and internet. I need nothing else.
This short post (look only one picture) is participating in Ailsa’s weekly travel theme – this week the theme is Travel theme: Short.
This week’s photo challenge at the Daily Post is The Hue of You (cute wordplay, by the way – it made me smile).
“For this challenge, we want to keep it simple: share a photograph with a prominent color (or assortment of colors) that reveals more about you. It could be a symbolic, meaningful shade; a color that expresses how you currently feel; or a combination of colors that excites you and tells a visual story.”
I’ve always been drawn to the primary colours of yellow and blue.
From the brightness of local playground equipment….
To the pattern on the bathroom wall at Wanuskewin Heritage Park…
To the yellow and blue house that I use to pass on my daily walk.
Here it is before it sold…
And here it is after (repainted in the same colours). Hooray, I was worried the new owners would replace the colour scheme with something different!
So, what does this say about me. That I’m still childlike (primary colours), that I’m attracted to what makes me smile (aren’t we all) and that right now, I need smiles (it’s been a bad year).
Some weeks I really don’t want to blog; you may have noticed I have participated in a lot of photography challenges this year.
So, what hue are you?
I was never the sort of person who wrote on walls. I was raised up to be perfect in my manners and decorum. It was too quiet a life. It is too quiet a life. I think, sometimes, you should break the rules (especially when you’re growing up and just learning who you want to be). Otherwise, you get too scared to make good art.
The picture above is just part of an alley wall mural. I love the whole wall but it is impossible to get a picture without wires and light posts getting in the way and I have little Photoshop skills.
Do yourself good. Write on the walls!
Weekly photo challenge via The Daily Post.
Sea. What kind of emotions does the sea or ocean make you feel? Do you remember the first time you went in the water? Had a wave crash on you? Felt the sand burn your feet? Do you feel more peaceful around water? Do you hate the beach? What’s the most interesting thing about the sea for you?
I was being artsy here, trying to portray the vastness and calmness of the sea. We can only ever see just such a small portion of the sea. I prefer lakes because one can float and still keep the shoreline in view. I have a complicated relationship with large bodies of water.
Perhaps some summer, I’ll tell you why.
A nightmare woke me up this morning!
I was being plagued by mice, rats, voles and other such rodents.
The mice and rats left me alone but the vole bit my finger and wouldn’t let go until I pinched his cheeks together.
And then I woke up.
What is this foreshadowing?
Do you believe dreams are prophetic?
No More Nightmares, please!
The sweet smell of Honeysuckle…
The patterns carved into freshly mowed grass. The perfect scent of summer becoming fall.
Yellow flowers the colour of the sun…
Weeping angels guarding doorways.
What is sweet to you? For more sweetness, go here.
When life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate. And when life is bitter, say thank you and grow.
Taken with iphone 4 on auto – I was standing on the sidewalk trying to keep the bottom of the fence level, not sure if it worked or not. I like the photo just not sure why. It’s not a personal connection – I don’t know anyone who lives in that house or built that fence. It’s not something that I can articulate, it just makes me smile. I love the colour of the wood, the way the sunlight hits it and the clear blue above. I love the way the shadows dance on the wood.
Being in a peaceful mood, I am participating this week in Where’s My Backpack’s weekly travel theme once again.
Early Saturday morning, we walked the trail behind our B & B and I relaxed in the crisp air immersed in river and mountain.
It had been too long between visits.
I do not go often enough.
Half my heart belongs to these mountains; I half grew up there.
All these pictures were taken the same morning.
It was a clear morning.
The reflections were crisp.
I wanted to wade in the river like we use to when we were young.
Remember – the crowd of us (6, 7, 8) laughing and loud and young!
I’ve climbed a mountain here (all the way to the top).
Okay, it was the smallest mountain! And I climbed it!
I’ve been dragged up to see magnificent waterfalls and amazing caves.
Thank you, little sister, for being so persistent.
I am not normally a mountaineer.
My natural habitat is inside watching the world go by.
They (that large crowd of family) taught me to enjoy the outdoors and to relish the (horrors) fresh air.
It snowed the next day (the end of April) – big fluffy snowflakes perfect for snowballs and building snow people.
It snowed the day we said good-bye to our father.
I’ll tell you next week how he gifted me these mountains.
How do you like my fancy new cast? I slipped on the ice on Easter Sunday and fell on top of my wrist which broke, of course. This was not the change I was looking for. But I am learning a lot!
Like how hard it is to get dressed with only one operable hand and forget hanging up jeans at all. Forget hanging up anything or making a bed or sweeping a floor. I’m becoming a slovenly teenager late in life! Didn’t I just mention a few posts back how I wanted someone to take care of me – send applications to .
I had to get my sister to open the jam when she was here last weekend but I was able to figure out how to open the juice today by myself. I held it under my armpit and used my good hand to untwist the lid. It wasn’t too messy and now my armpit smells like mangos.
And did you know that regular pill use gets you constipated! Not fun!
Plus, it would be a good idea to cut your long hair before you break your arm as it is very hard to wash it one-handed.
I’d ask how Pirates did it but then they were never known for their cleanliness!
And the more expensive the toilet paper the easier it is to tear at the perforations.
I’d show you pictures of my bruises but they’re on my good hand and I can’t use the other hand to take photos right now.
I only have four button down shirts and on three the buttons are too small to do up with one hand. Let’s not even talk about bras and how hard they are to do up even in the best of circumstances.
Breaking bones leaves you very tired and the resetting is worse then the breaking. The emergency room doctor was impressed that I didn’t swear when she reset my wrist even though I had permission to do so. I guess I wouldn’t make a very good pirate after all.
My blog posts, for the rest of April may be shorter than usual as I adjust to this change!
And learn what it is possible to do mostly one-handed.
Are you ambidextrous? What can you do one handed? I can turn on the bath tub taps with either foot but that is not helping me now (can’t shower, can’t take a bath, can’t get my cast wet).
I wish I were a cat and could lick myself clean as sponge bathing is annoying (but there are certain parts you don’t want to lick)!
Can Winter be over now, she asks, as she watches the snow come down (once again) outside her window?
Inspired by The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge.
(Click on the second photo for a book recommendation).
This is an Alice in Wonderland door; small, compact and leading I know not where! To the right is what looks like a small winter forest path. Winter has been too long and I have lost my words and my will.
With luck, I will have them both back by next week!
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