Hope you're keeping warm. The last time I blogged, I was complaining about the heat. Now mind you, I'm not complaining about the cold, and I do like winter--well most of the time. But to quote the bard, Will Shakespeare, "Now is the winter of our discontent," and that's what this photograph evokes. Discontent. I want to go to the beach and go swimming. Snapped this one up in Muskoka this winter.
So down here in bananaland, we're actually having a white winter most of the time. Hey, the other night, I put on my cross-country skis and zipped around the neighborhood--right in town. It was very quiet. About a million stars were twinkling in a black sky, and what could be better. Chimney smoke was rising straight up into the air.
Robert Frost was heard to say, "You can't get too much winter in the winter." He also talked about snowy woods and that all sort of stuff.
Obviously winter inspired poetry. Doesn't work though for most of us.
Albert Camus, another long gone individual, was heard to say, "In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer." Ahh yes, back to the hot stuff.
So here I am, torn betwixt and between. Winter is great when it's lovely and white and not a screaming blizzard and the stuff has all been blown out of the driveway. On the other hand do I really, really want to go outside for a walk, or ski, when it's 10F? Even my cat won't stick her nose out the door. And then I quote the Peanuts creator Charles Schultz and say "I am not going outside until the temperature and my age are the same."