Still fighting this gastro issue, I'm on the mend. Canadians have learned to live, work, play and thrive in a climate that has distinct seasons. Then the seasons blur, there is such an impact on us.
What I enjoy reading about are the many Canadians who embrace the seasons. Our kids ski in winter, bike, hike, and swim in summer. It is quite something how our lives (in retirement) still revolve around the weather. Several faithful readers point out that they haven't been able to snowshoe for a few years with our milder winters. We are living longer, and people in my generation are learning to embrace life as it changes, finding hobbies and volunteer work to keep them focused.
The temperatures are up and down here this week. I enjoy physical activities – when I am healthy. While I used to jog, bike, play softball, volleyball, etc., I find it difficult aging gracefully, when they tell us to keep active, when it results in tendonitis, shin splints and physiotherapy! We sold our bikes.
I don't mind shoveling snow. Joseph Brian used to, when he was able. It is so difficult giving up activities one used to love.
snow blower from Jennifer Jilks on Vimeo.
Look at the melting snow! We had this last week, and this week we are above freezing, then, on the weekend, going down to double-digit below zero numbers. This is a normal Spring sight, not January!it is melting! from Jennifer Jilks on Vimeo.
The storm landed a lot of snow and rain on the trees. It is ridiculous for January. Happily they bounced back this time!frozen trees from Jennifer Jilks on Vimeo.
The birds don't normally bath in winter, but it has been so mild. You can notice the female cardinal behind the mourning doves!bath time from Jennifer Jilks on Vimeo.
I guess I'm back to birding and watching deer out the window this week. It is the small pleasures we find. JB had about 20 deer outside this morning. They are ready for spring. King Frederick still thinks he is boss, despite not antlers. It's a pecking order that works in nature. Ears back, he chases others away.
Our lame deer, who we think might be one of the Princes, we will call Duke. He turns up in the afternoon, when the other deer are not around. JB goes out and gives him extra rations. It's tough being in a pack when you cannot defend yourself.
We'll see what February brings! Take care, be careful out there.
