Denmark, near Borup.
Hudson, Quebec
Snow is no big deal here in Quebec. We had record dumps two and three years ago. My husband had to climb onto the roof and clear it off, twice a year, which created a huge wall of ice around the house, which didn’t melt until late March, early April.
I felt imprisoned most of the winter.
Last year we had no snow. A drought. Nice!
And this year hardly any snow as the picture above shows. I still have the driveway gates on, which is good, as I don’t have to worry about my dogs running out after other dogs.
But England. My gosh! I looked up the town of Farnborough, Hants where my Aunt lives to see that they had a record snowfall of 8 inches. And a tree fell on a woman of 55 walking her dog. I have a cousin that age, but she doesn’t have a dog.
And I’m not sure if my brother will make it from Denmark on New Year’s Eve, with all the disruptions. He’s had a bit of snow, and he can handle it, being from Montreal.
There’s a lot more wrong with the world than a little white stuff, but that’s all too horrible to contemplate, today.
So I’m letting it all go, for the Christmas Season. Peace on Earth. Good Grief.
Saturday Night Live did a terrific skit last week (I managed to find it on the Net) mocking Time’s choice for Person of the Year. Now that’s satire! I haven’t watched that show for years… well, since the early days….with Dan Ackroyd et al.
Hmm. Dan Ackroyd is the voice of Yogi Bear, a kids movie which just came out. He’s given some interviews and he mentioned how it felt, as a boy, living in Hull. Quebec, (now Gatineau) coming home after school in the dark, in winter, say at 4.pm. Bleak. So true!
I felt the same way. It was depressing. And sometimes the snow was so high in my suburb that I had to stride along on top of the piles at the side of the street. (Very dangerous.) In my micro mini skirt.
I now know I suffer from SAD syndrome. I bought a lamp a few years ago, but nothing substitutes for sunlight.
It’s been better this year, as I have made the only sunny room in the house (once my son’s bedroom) into a den, a girly style haven with lots of lace and other feminine frou frou, and I work there in the afternoon.
Anyway, tonight, I believe, is the winter solstice. And this event coincides with an eclipse of the moon. Very rare. There was a full-moon last night, so pretty.
I think that I’ll stay up and perform some ritual, with fresh rosemary and red wine. (Pagan style.) I’ll pray for Peace on Earth and common sense among men.
