Winter just hit the fan!

“We Finns call it the “Taka-talvi”, loosely translated as backslash winter, not fun at all, especially in the supposed spring month of March, that is just so hard!“ Gun Roswell

Snow, snow, snow, let it snow! But hey, it’s already the month of March, so stop pouring that garbage onto our small suburban, still quite large backyard! (to whomever is listening in). Yeah, you heard me, enough is enough and I am not acting tough here, by any means. Simply telling it as seen over here.

Though, to be honest, the last time shovelling the white stuff, cursing enough is enough, it might have been something the weather deities took to their hearts and out of spite, started pushing more of it, simply to show their might. And hey, on the record: that is not nice! (Shaking fist).

Well, today, after some more work out there, trying all them tricks out of the old sleeve, to rid of the pestering freely flowing white stuff of a thing, which even songs some people about like to sing, at least during X-mas time, go figure, what might be the trigger there! Maybe some state of shock or similar set of mind, trying to be kind here.

“Well, It’s worked so far, but we are not off yet!” Was the snide comment just said, as after the driveway was finally plowed, once again free of the snow, which miles on end you can see, at least, during this time of the year, which is not winter anymore, but Spring, so go ahead, try a song out that sing. It really stopped being funny several moments ago!

Snow and the trees 

”The snow falling on the trees and branches is making the forest look like an imaginary winter land, but not a wonder one though” Gun Roswell 

Snow and the trees 

The flakes are pouring down from the high heavens, landing all over the place, but especially on the tree tops in their race to conquer the world during this wintery swirl, nothing remains untouched as the goal is to get it all covered by so much snow, that those below, the dwellers, the animals the nature itself, will soon be in a white blanket laying undisturbed.

But a few greens here and there, dare to peek out from under the covers so light, while ruffling their spiky feathers, these pine trees will not submit or yield to the fight of the dominance of being under a flaky garment, not all over them anyway, rather letting these freaky flakes know, they are still there to be seen, at least, on some level, even if they would be, totally different from the rest of their surroundings, but they are only laughing if someone would say such a thing out loud, as feeling proud in whom they are, the piny trees fight back.

Sunday before X-mas for Daily Photo (three)

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography and Poetry

“Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week”
Joseph Addison

Sunday before X-mas

In a comfortable winter’s sled
A holiday heart, glowing in red
Cheer and joy, for a while it will spread
No one knows, what here it lead
Or where it will next head
So each night, before you go to bed
Whisper a wish to keep it fed

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Sunday before X-mas for Daily Photo (two)

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography and Poetry

“Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week”
Joseph Addison

Sunday before X-mas

Icing on the red vines
Blurring, all the straight lines
Nature’s tableau refined
Like an artist’s work, defined

snow-balls

Sunday before X-mas for Daily Photo (one)

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography and Poetry

“Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week”
Joseph Addison

Sunday before X-mas

Peeking behind the closed curtains
Heart beating, in uncertain anticipation
What mysteries, lie behind the window
On a Sunday, filled with falling snow

mystery

Sunday, Snowy Sunday for Daily Photo (two)

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Song and Humour

“Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week”
Joseph Addison

Sunday, Snowy Sunday for Daily Photo 

sunday-3

Snow, snow, snow,
I see lots of snow
Snow over here
And snow over there
Snow I can see everywhere!

sunday-4

Sunday, Snowy Sunday for Daily Photo (one)

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Song and Humour

“Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week”
Joseph Addison

Sunday, Snowy Sunday for Daily Photo 

sunday-1

Early Sunday morning in suburbia
The whole neighbourhood
On the verge of a hypothermia
Cranking up the heat
Pumping up the beat
Kids are pulling out their skis
The watchdog everything sees
Making sure no one flees
Snowy weather soon sinking in
Then the wintry fun is about to begin

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