Yesterday before the much-anticipated tiny snow-flakes began falling from the sky, the sky filled with the clouds that have been absent for the last week.
As the sun attempted to make its presence still felt, the light that filtered through those clouds and through the needles on the pines was simply incandescent.
The light filtering through from behind this tree gave me a lift that I didn’t even know I needed. It was just so beautiful and peaceful!
Now with a spring in my step and snowflakes on the deck, no longer am I wondering… “mum, how much longer?”
Thank goodness for good intentions as without them there would be no pantry full of ingredients for the wonderful delights I “intend” to create in the kitchen. And thanks to the combination of good intentions and lack of time, Master Twelve was able to fill two bags with groceries he wanted for the school’s Food Bank Drive.
Watching Young Sir in the pitch-black walking into school at 7.30 this morning with his ruck-sack full on his back, whilst balancing two bulging bags of groceries and a saxophone, my eyes filled with tears at the realization my boy is becoming a man. His understanding of responsibility not just to his family but to his school and his community made me so proud.
On returning home, I made Miss Ten and I French Toast, something we haven’t had since her birthday back in May I’ve been advised, lol. Shame on me, little wonder they tasted so darn good. Or was it they tasted so good as it was simply so nice sitting, chatting with my Darling Girl, learning about her week ahead as we munched on our breakfast? Me thinks it was the latter!
After she’d left for school, I couldn’t help but reflect on how blessed I am – a warm house, extra food in the cupboard, and happy, healthy children. Makes one stop and smell the roses… or at least the Spider-Mums in one’s vase!
PLUS, I spoke to my Hubby not once but twice this morning! Hubby left Thursday afternoon for an overnight stay in Vancouver for meetings and has yet to return. Hmmm… “mum, how much longer?”
Only at Christmas can double-standards be so acceptable, lol!!!
Looking out the window this week we realized we’d forgotten to bring in not only the fire-pit but also this, whoops!
The sugar-water in the Hummingbird feeder has been frozen solid this week.
Common sense says I should bring it in now but the curious-soul within me wants to leave it out to see just how long it takes to defrost… “mum, how much longer?”
Mount Elizabeth, despite the cold temperatures or maybe because of the low temperatures, has been looking exceptionally striking of late. This was her Tuesday.
Just a slight contrast to how she presented herself December 1st – teasing us with a light dusting of snow.
It never ceases to amaze me how stunning Liz looks up close and personal. I know that sounds slightly perving but Mother Nature looks so darn good at times!
Now after a week of plummeting temperatures and blue skies, one would hope it times for some serious snow… “mum, how much longer?”
Whilst I was outside yesterday admiring the changing colors of the morning sky and attempting to “capture” the moment, I stumbled upon some delightful fungi. They looked so cold yet stood as proud as their tiny little stalks would allow.
The tops of these fungi looked like miniature volcanoes almost ready to blow!
But seriously, look how thin their stalks are? It’s incredible to think that this little thing can hold up such a huge top. Perhaps they’re Ant Fungi? Just sayin’, lol?
Fungi, I don’t know what it is but I just find the colors and shapes of them so captivating, almost enchanting. Can one say that about fungi I wonder but it’s true. They are simply fascinating!
Almost as fascinating as the point of fact that we are almost through the first week of December and there’s no FRIGGIN’ snow…. “mum, how much longer?”
Once again the thermometer was sitting at -6CEL this morning when we rose, there was NOT a single cloud to be seen anywhere. The sky was absolutely spectacular as the sun rose, illuminating the horizon with colors only nature can create!
Mother Nature, like all good artists, began with the light, subtle colors.
Then with what seemed like the blink of an eye, the sky changed to the most luxurious sun-lit orange!
And whilst I found a position where there were no electricity lines, the colors changed yet again. This time the colors lightened – simply magnificent!
Mother Nature, there’s no dawdling with her when it comes to the changes in the sky. Our snow on the other-hand… “mum, how much longer?”
Listening to the weather reports yesterday morning I heard how some coastal areas were going to be affected by extremely strong winds along with low temperatures. Some inland areas were reaching a high of -16CEL yesterday but our area seemed to be safe. Well, from the winds at least or so I thought.
When I looked out my kitchen window yesterday afternoon I was honestly quite shocked to see how strong the winds had been as it really didn’t seem so bad. Our BBQ, normally beside the rails on the left-hand side of the deck, had moved as a result of the winds.
It’s still upright but had been pushed almost two meters from the left side to the middle of the deck. If it hadn’t been for the fire-pit I’m sure it would have continued to the other side!
Normally I can look out my kitchen window directly at the BBQ. And if per chance I haven’t heard paws knocking at my back door, I’m at eye level to the stink eye of Sir Fergus wanting in, lol!
As was the case just last week when I’d forgotten he was still outside hence had stopped looking out for him. Miss Poppy, bless her cotton socks, is able to push the door open herself being the independent young woman she is!
I was out and about at lunch time today but the winds, although still making their presence felt, thankfully didn’t have the force they appeared to have yesterday.
It’s so odd to be so cold at this time of the year with green grass still to be seen everywhere you look. The ground should be covered in snow, with ugly grey mounds beside the roads and in all the parking lots… “mum, how much longer?”
Yesterday marked the beginning of a new Christmas tradition at our house for the first of December each year from now on!
Actually, we wanted it to be for the first of November but didn’t come up with the idea until mid-November and then the first available time to make this idea a reality turned out to be yesterday hence, the first day of December is now officially known as… Cinnamon Christmas Bun Day, yea!
Oh my, there really is nothing quite like two dozen freshly baked Cinnamon Buns. The funny thing was that this evening when I went out visiting I was sitting to next to a friend’s aunt who is known as the Cinnamon Bun Queen as she makes a batch every other day for friends and family so it’s not just us, lol!
It’s reassuring to know it’s not just our house to blame for the reason supermarkets begin stocking Easter Buns as soon as Christmas is over since we absolutely LOVE them!
And since it’s a long time between Easter Miss Ten and I hatched the idea of Christmas Buns. You may not be able to see them but those marks on top of the buns are in-fact Christmas stars, lol!
Darling Hubby may have made two dozen yesterday but sadly this evening we are eating the last three, dang it. “
Mum Daddy… how much longer?”