I haven't been able to write as much here as I'd like lately - too many night meetings this week in addition to my day job. I was going to do this last night when I got home, but I came inches away from hitting a coyote on the highway last night on my way home from work and I had to destress by sewing for a couple of hours. The good news is that the coyote lived to tell about it and I got a good start on my next project. Here are some of the HSTs that resulted. Lots of blues for someone with an Aquarius Rising.
|Several HSTs to choose from when making blocks|
We lived in the Peace (the Peace River Block, named for the Peace River) for just over 10 years, but we still have family and many friends there. It's too bad I didn't have a digital camera when we lived there. I have a few pictures, but not that many. It's a beautiful part of the country, with great spirited people but really long Winters. There's a saying there that goes: Eight months of Winter and four months of tough sleddin'. Now, I'm finding that I almost miss those Winters - and then I find a hammer and whack myself in the head. What I miss is the Spring that comes roaring in out of nowhere with the gale force winds that shake the poplars awake and cover everyone with roadspray while melting the last of the snow and ice. There's a distinct freshness in the smell of the air and you know that Spring is here and it's not just another crazy Chinook ("Shnook") wind that comes down from the Rockies, melts 12 inches of snow and leaves nothing but mud behind it and then let's Winter resume. Spring in the Peace only lasts about two weeks, then it's on to a short but glorious Summer.
The coming of Spring was never more well defined for me than on one trip I made years ago. I lived in Nova Scotia and I was getting ready to move back to Ontario, but first I wanted to visit some friends in Newfoundland. It was the middle of April and there was still a bit of snow piled here and there in Halifax. I caught the overnight ferry from Sydney to Port Aux Basques where I would catch a Greyhound bus that would drive all the way around the island (province) and end up in St. John's - my destination - several hours later. We finally took off after a short delay and travelled in some pretty awful road conditions through a blizzard. The weather behaved for the rest of my visit to St. John's until it came time to leave two weeks later when another blizzard on Apr. 27 closed down the airport that I was supposed to fly out of. So my friends got their 4x4s in gear and loaded up on beer, invited half the city over and we had one of the best parties I've ever been to. But, of course, that's Newfoundland! There was still a bit of snow in Halifax when I got back. The next day I got on the train to Ontario - a 26 hour trip that took me through Nova Scotia to New Brunswick, through Quebec and into eastern Ontario, with the snow disappearing as I travelled west. It was gone by the time I passed through Kingston, Ont. - all of this in a day. By the time I arrived home in Windsor - southern Ontario - on May 1, the leaves were all out on the trees and everyone was in t-shirts and shorts.
|An immature Bald Eagle looking for lunch|
I was going to talk more about colour today, but my thoughts got a bit sidetracked by the sunshine, and local contingent of eagles who are starting their families. A sure sign that Spring is coming.
Until next time,