In late November and December, it is never a surprise to see snow here in southern Québec. She even remembers walking with the children trick or treating October 31st on snow covered streets. Autumn has such vibrant colours but once the leaves have fallen, it looks like the death of an era. November’s doom and melancholy often sets in for many people.
Although she cringes of the winter’s biting cold weather, shortening her long walks and forcing her to stay in, it is often a blessing…a relief to see the brightness of the snow covered land, carpeted with hope of better days ahead, escaping finally the bareness of late autumn.
Yes, one cannot help but feel excitement and joy especially after that first snowfall. It seems to awaken the child within.
frost tipped trees and frozen land
biting autumn winds
snow covered parks
Well, what will it be today…weather forecasters are like gamblers, never really knowing what to predict…wind, cold but the test is who will foresee kinds of precipitations these days… She prepares her bag before going to work adding safety measures to be able to challenge the moods of Mother Nature.
spring elements white powdered footpaths unpredictable
moments of gusty winds
streams of golden rays
white powdered footpaths
clings to the past in silence
no one’s listening
cruel and vindictive
like a scorned lover
Walking to the grocery store, she stopped now and then took photos of the landscapes. Her focus was the front door of most houses all adorned with their winter addition. Can you see the common theme here?
seasonal fixture rests
geared up for snow
Temperatures rose in the afternoon melting the snow in the streets adding puddles on the side that were not pedestrian friendly. She regretted wearing her white parka.
Yet, it was still pleasant walking in the mild weather just barely zero Celsius… no need to wear a hat was a nice treat to feel the wind blow in her hair; walking was slow due to the snow-covered sidewalks but still nice. Sidewalks are not plowed in most residential areas. A crow flew overhead and she noticed for the first time the thick winter nests for birds that were brave to stay here and not fly south.
snow dusted pine
cradling soft whiteness
dressed for winter