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Thursday, February 3, 2011

Okay, enough already.

It's not that I don't like snow but come on already.  Actually, I do like snow - it's clean, beautiful and hides all the crappy stuff out there.   But I am done – driving in it - walking in it – shovelling it – brushing it off the youngsters, and, yes, stepping in the remains of a snowball on the kitchen floor.

I know it is not the end of winter storm watches, especially here in Quebec, but I am excited about the arrival of longer days.  Sunrise at 7:13am this morning!

So feeling uplifted (could be the new bra) I ventured out this morning to take some final winter snapshots. (Who uses that word anymore?).

I drove around the vineyards looking for that perfect design of snow on the rows of perfectly spaced grapevines.  That geometric wonder of nature I had seen just a short week or two ago. Flowing drifts of snow covering acres and acres of vines.  Beautiful to observe when driving up and down the hillsides.  Damn, I was too late. We had received so much snow that the rows were hidden and the drifts vanished.  Hmmm. 

I continued my search to find places that I knew would still hold that beauty of fresh fallen snow.   I found a few.

  The old mill in the next village.

The mighty apple trees down the street.

My own backyard.

Even the sheep were out.

Okay, I think I captured the essence of this year’s old man winter.  Now, I am done with it.  Fini, over and out, asta-boop!

What time is sunset?  Yoy!