"She refused to be bored, chiefly because she wasn't boring." Zelda Fitzgerald

Showing posts with label sledding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sledding. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Snowy, Snow, Snow, Snow

Today it snowed some more. It's the latest thing. Everyone on the East Coast is having the same...it's all the rage. A even caught himself thinking longingly about a snow-blower until I reminded him that this year is a severe anomaly. We normally don't lose sight of our grass for very long stretches during the winter and real accumulation is more of a wish than anything else. I always head to Michigan for Christmas, thinking fondly about how absolutely cock-sure it is that there will be a deep blanket of white.

Somehow it seems "right" to me to have blizzards and snowy walks and a sifting blanket of white on these winter evenings. It is after all winter.  It seems like winter ought to come with snow. And really, Ru is rarely happier than when he's out playing in the white stuff. It's a year of sleds, snowball fights, and shoveling, shoveling, shoveling. He couldn't be more pleased. It's so very lucky that we bought a house just before the record snowfalls of 2010-11 so that he could get hands on walk clearing lessons by his daddy's side almost every evening.

That said, I am not sure how much longer I want this snow to stick around. December was a lovely month to be snowed-in and January is still quite jolly...no holidays just snow-days. February now...that ought to be the end. I'm willing to let the white stuff linger this one last month and then I hope to see signs of spring. That's about as long as this wussy girl from The Great White North manages to hold out with any amount of good cheer.

I love this sign that we pass on our way to the next town when we take the back-roads. I'm not the only one who's starting to dream of budding flowers.....
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Friday, January 7, 2011

Poetry Friday: A Sledding Poem

 Been watching the boys play sledding, over and over and over and wondering about maybe taking them skating at the local rink and my little sister Song keeps uploading more and more pictures of our visit to Michigan over Facebook.



Enter, this poem.
Winter, Lite and Deep

We get Winter Lite on our urban street,
Enough snow for "snowball"  in the singular.
A celebratory skiff, scraped off the
Stoop for a carefully accumulated wad.
After a Michigan Christmas
The boys sled in the dining room.
Riding the laundry sack about the table,
Keeps the feel of that downhill whoosh.
Until December,
When we pay our annual respects to Winter Deep.

You can find more participants in Poetry Friday and steep the end of your week in poesy by following this link to visit the charming Irene Latham who is our host this week. If you'd like to play along...just write a poem, or post a favorite by some other author and then put a link to your Poetry Friday post in a comment on Irene's post today and you'll join the line-up too!

Credit for the "real" sledding shots goes to Song.

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Monday, February 15, 2010

This Week, We....

 
Had the biggest snowstorm of the winter...
 
(Here's our patio garden under wraps...turn your head sideways for correct perspective. Sorry! *wince*)

 
 And so we took the kids to a local estate-cum-extensive park for a little late afternoon/evening sledding...
  
 (Cute man in snowstorm)
  
Three cute men, sledding...
  
 The snowman we built just before hustling off the car in the dark.
  
 Aunt Sheila came by and saved the day. Elbow grease, homey homemade lunch, listening ear and much anticipated playmate about covers it. (and doesn't she have a chic haircut?)
 

My house got very clean. *grin*

 

 

See?

 
 We made hearts and painted them.
  
 We wore out one little valentine.
 
We met the newest calf at our local dairy farm.

And we made it more than halfway through The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe. He's riveted and every time we have to stop there are tears. Makes his mommy's heart go pitter pat.
Just another fabulous week here at the the homestead. Looking forward to another!

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