I’m not one to complain about the weather.
Stop laughing, I’m serious here. I’m not. Like all girls, I am essentially always cold. Cold weather brings nothing new to the equation, so I generally just try to enjoy it. (Or use it as an excuse to stay inside with hot chocolate and a craft project.) In fact, partly because of the additional time to hang out indoors to make/do stuff, Winter is my favourite season. (The outdoor skating, pretty snow, and cheerful people would be the other half of the reasoning.)
Right. With that established, I present this entry not as a complaint, but as documentation of an Ontario spring.
If we remember, The Boy and I were busying ourselves with springtime chores. During this time, however, the lesser of our two resident divas spent a busy ten minutes on our back porch enjoying the sunshine, before getting back to her busy bug-chasing agenda.
Here we are, two days later. Tuesday morning:
The happy harbinger of spring, wading his poor little feet through a fresh blanket of snow. He also refused to hop any further in front of the window, so this is the best shot I got. Sorry.
I have to say, I’m actually a little happy about the snow. I’m hoping when it all melts away that the grass underneath will spring up green and resplendent (or in my case, green and trapped beneath a frosting-thick layer of thatch) and that the ground won’t have time to re-harden.
In conclusion: Ontario springs are designed to ruin your shoes and ensure that you can’t safely move your “winter clothes” into storage until June.
On a completely different note, I feel a little guilty that Cashew gets so much more exposure on here than Guinness does, but there are two reasons for that:
- Guinness is a little camera shy. While Cashew will actively pose for you (no, I’m not making that up), Guinness tends to get her mischief over with quickly enough that you can’t catch it.
- Even in her moments of stillness, Guinness is much harder for me to take a good picture of. Let’s face it: she’s an all-black cat! I’m working on it, but thus far, most of my shots of her tend to turn out as fuzzy black clouds with eyes peering out.
Not that I’m feeling defensive about this or anything…