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Changeable Weather
It’s that time of year when the weather is a little fickle, when it’s not completely spring and winter still wants to hang in. We woke Sunday morning to a thick coat of snow on picnic table and lawn, and the car covered with a coating of white.
When we thought we might be done with winter, snow and snow shovel, it made another appearance to keep us guessing. It did look pretty and it was very cold. And very much a surprise.
However, we are in April now and there were flower stems shooting through the ground and buds on trees before this snowfall, so surely we’ll feel the warmth coming again soon.
In a few days, perhaps, we’ll smell spring in the air. We’ve seen the robins and know they’re back. I’m ready for spring. Maybe you are too.
Winter in our part of the world
In southwestern Ontario we’ve had snow and cold, then mildness and rain. After that it turned cold again and all that rain that melted the snow froze on sidewalks and driveways as well as the road, so that everywhere we went there was ice to contend with. There still is ice.
We have winter tires on our mid-sized car so it handles the roads pretty well as long as we go slow. In the extreme cold a week ago, though, our car refused to start. I turned the key and it went “rrr” and refused to turn over. It did the same thing for my husband.
My husband said it was likely a dead battery and that it needed to be replaced. Handy husband had an extra battery in the workshop that he used to try to get the car started while I called the local shop to ask if we could get an appointment.
The car started with a bit of a boost and we let the car warm up to increase the charge enough to get to the shop. Thus that afternoon we did not get to where we had planned to go, but we did get a brand new battery in the car and now it starts again like a charm.
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Winter
Early November in southwestern Ontario, we had a real first snow. It coated trees and covered roofs, nearly buried the gardens and gave drivers a reason to haul out their snow brushes. It was cold too.
Time to put the watering cans away. We had to turn them upside down and drain them first.
Weather in Canada, at least where we are. It comes and it stays.
Today I’ll share a poem that I wrote years ago, published by Tower Poetry Society.
Frozen Beauty
maples wave skeleton arms, patterning a cold blue sky
exposing abandoned nests and fragile papery globes
work of birds and bees
silvery icicles and white patches weigh down
evergreen branches, they sag
like an old woman with a heavy load
paw prints parallel booted feet
imprinting, crunching the cold white blanket
over frozen soil and city concrete
gardens, a silhouette of frozen stalks, dried seedpods
waiting… at rest until spring
like hibernating bears
©Carolyn Wilker
Published by Tower Poetry Winter Edition 2004-2005 Vol. 53 No. 2
Maplefest, Buckhorn, Ontario
On the 24th of March, my husband and I accompanied our daughter and son-in-law and their two daughters to Maplefest that’s held near Buckhorn each year. The location was the McLean Berry Farm. It’s a bit of a drive but the girls entertained themselves pretty well on the way.
When we arrived at the farm, we saw the horse pulling a wagon. We’ll get a ride in too, though Dave says it’s not very far. Still it’s kind of neat.
Big round bales for the children to climb on while waiting for a ride. And someone taking a picture.
You can get your picture taken in this scene.
Watching their Mom and Dad saw a piece off a log
Then we can get a brand on the cut-off piece. I needed one of these for promoting Harry’s Trees. Perfect. It’s a maple leaf. So fitting.
And another photo opp
The ladies in the maple sugar tent, showing us and telling us how it’s done. We got to taste pure maple sugar taffy, then Dave got some floss to try out too. Thanks, Dave.
Fun for the children
It was too cold to tap maple syrup that day, in fact very chilly, but it didn’t dampen spirits for the rest of the activities.
We heard a quick talk on the evaporator to see where they boil down the sap
Picture opportunity of our family
And the horses get to have a much needed break. Food time and rest for them over the noon hour. The next visitors got the tractor and wagon for their ride. Still pretty neat for a city family or anyone.
We were glad to get back in the van and warm up a bit on the way to the GrandView Resort. We checked out their trailer, had some lunch that we’d packed, then set off for the trip home. It was a full day, and a good one.
Is winter going out like a lion?
It took a long time for me to understand about seasons going out or coming in like a “lamb” and “lion.” Is it for real?
If March comes in like a lion, it will go out like a lamb.
Sandi Duncan, managing editor of the Farmer’s Almanac explores this saying. She asks if there’s any truth to the saying and states, “Weather sayings are as colorful as our imagination. ” She closes by declaring that the saying is “more of a rhyme rather than a true weather predictor.” Then she offers a few more of those sayings to consider. You can explore it further in her short article..
Pondering what happens, I think about the metaphor. It might come in like a lamb, that is gently. That it just slips in or out without any fuss. Or does it have to “roar in” like an angry beast, that is like a lion, and make people take notice. That may be the case for this winter that’s been rather unusual and at times quite dramatic.
This week we had an ice storm, one in which the rain and freezing rain coated branches of trees, driveways, and all the little flower buds. Yesterday as we drove across town to our family Easter gathering, we noticed ice-coated branches lying on the ground under their equally ice-laden trees. Deejays on the radio declared that hydro crews were concerned about power interruptions once the ice on the lines starts to break off. Indeed, the ice falling from the lines nearby startled me when I was out taking pictures and some people were without power for hours, including members of our own family who came to our house to warm up and have breakfast.
In spite of the dreary skies and broken branches, the freezing rain left behind some rather interesting sights in my garden and other places once the sun came out.
bearberry submerged
last season’s stems of gaillardia
a crystallized arc of bearberry
frozen daffodil stems
It even froze the water coming out of the downspout mid-pour
This may well be the last of winter, now that one hint of spring has already shown itself. I’m hearing and feeling that we’re ready for spring to come to stay.
Photos © by C. Wilker, unless otherwise noted.
Winter is back
Although winter seemed to have left us, we’re still in February and in that month we can have anything from thaw to heaps of snow. The snow started falling last evening, following up the rain we had during the afternoon, and so it was no surprise this morning to see a thicker covering of snow on the roofs, the cars that sit outside as well as on the ground and filling in the crooks of the trees.
blanket over my garden
little caps on the sedum blooms of last summer
Garbage morning, can you tell? And we know which way the snow came from.
I like how the snow clumps on the ends of the branches
I think some small animal was up earlier than me.
Snow fills in some of the spaces on this chicken wire where my morning glories climb in summer.
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And the weather changes– again
Sunday morning we woke to snow and today the snow is still there. The tree branches were coated and snow lay in the hollows between the branches too. And snow lay on the ground, staying this time instead of snowflakes that melted on landing the day before. My granddaughters were excited to see the snow. For them it means tobogganing, snowmen and making angels in the snow, not to mention skiing since they live near a ski hill. We have a photo of them in their full snow gear that their mother put up on Facebook the same day. After all, we’re in Canada.
bits of my garden plants peek out from the snow
It seems we’ve moved into winter quite suddenly. The air is clear and striations and clumps of pinkish white cloud hang in a bright blue sky at this hour. Snow sits on the lap of evergreen boughs until a wind comes along and shakes it off, scattering the snow like a tiny windstorm of snowflakes.
Like the kid’s hide and seek game that I play with my granddaughters, we say, “Read or not, here I come.” And so winter says this to us, “Here I am.”
The snow may melt later in the week and return again. After all it is late November, and we have nearly a promise that outdoor rinks may have a tough go this year. A mild winter may be the case, as the newspaper article declared, but we’ll see. Weather people have been proven wrong more than once before.
Last evening when I drove to our daughter and son-in-law’s home to pick up my husband, who’d got their furnace going, I noticed their crescent was rather icy and so I took my time walking from the car to the house and back. The furnace was running again and the house was warming up again. They were ready for the cold night and we had a safe drive home too.
If you’re not ready for winter yet, time to pull out the snow boots, mittens and hats. Get the snow shovels ready. We’ve already used ours.
What do you like best about winter?
A Canadian Winter
A bright blue day with sparkling snow
Snowblowers are a big help when the snow is this deep
And in our winter, there’s always skiing with all that snow.
Getting those skis on takes a few minutes, but what fun going down the hill with Mommy and Daddy
And there they go–up the hill. Dress for the cold and you can have fun outdoors, whatever sport you choose.
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