Winter fun 2

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“There are some so great things about winter, I am sure, but can’t think of any at the moment“ Gun Roswell

Winter fun 2

Pushing a wheel thing in the midst of a snowstorm, trying to tackle all them piles forming obstacles for you, well, not fun at all. Especially when the mountains of snow are growing more and more tall, by each passing moment as the snow just keeps on pouring down, down, ever more down and not even the strongest of plows, can help you now.

What when all the streets, are filled with that same ole boring white stuff, a few weeks ago you did not seem to get in enough of. But now it’s so much more than you can really handle and no matter how hard you try to rid of it, it’s like burning the candle, at both ends no less. But the further time ticks, and the more of this shit comes in, the less fun this seems.

It was fun, for a moment I must admit, when standing on the inside and staring towards the great open white, it looks pretty and all. Then just that small nagging feeling in the back of your mind begins again. The reminder of the car under a pile of that stuff and then shoveling out the road somewhere there underneath. At least a path to get to the mailbox, that’s not too much to ask right?

Alas, the daily life, has become somewhat of a strife. So listen up good, you weather gods, when I say: Enough is enough already! Now, make way with spring and the sun, as that would really be so fun!

Winter Fun 1

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“There is nothing wrong with winter, as long as you get to spend it on a warm summers island in the sun” Gun Roswell

Winter Fun 1

In the early morning hours, it all started, supposedly it was to be just a few showers, but it kept pouring well into the end of day and the darkness.
The snow of it all! A total down fall. Winter fun? they said, Come join in the ride of a sleigh! Yeah, what we did not know back then, that there was hell to pay!

And, as suspected, the fun did not last very long, as the wintry snow was for us far too strong, to handle on the yards, on the roads and all that which followed in tow.
All the equipment and heavy machinery could not make it in time, plowing it all away, which would have been fine, but it just kept coming down. More and more and more.

Each and every single day, when eventually not even a sleigh could pass through. The white stuff piles growing higher all around, where there had been one or a few, now
more than even the mightiest dragon could slew. Fire! Yeah, that was the thing needed, and where was the sun? Not enjoying the wintery fun, that was for sure!

So, each and every day, we keep on trying to push the snow away. Alas, we are all growing weary, and even the temperatures keep going down, so scary, that no one anymore leering.
No signs of spring or summer, what a bummer! Even if the old almanac on the wall, has a picture of sunshine installed. No, it is all so totally wrong! Oh, winter thou art a heartless bitch!

Snow, behind the very window

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“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, behind the very window

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!

Early morning hours

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“Looks pretty, the outside with sunshine, snow and freezing temperatures, at least when stalking it from the warm inside“ Gun Roswell

Early morning hours

It looked really cool, the sunshine and the blue
Reflected off the snow, in all the colours hues
The sunshine, totally awesome and sublime
Combined, the wintry scene storybook divine…

Alas, when checking what is the outside temperature
Today, well below the degrees of zero, way too irregular
To have good enough wardrobe to even make it
Out there without several times changing to fit
What ever nature is about to throw your way on this day
So, the decision, becoming very clear and easy
Rather then into so many restricting layers to squeeze in
Closing quickly the curtains and deciding of staying
Inside in the darkened room, where it is always cozy
As the other option of blinding lights and frozen skin
Is not as attempting at all, as the scene just seen
Through the window wide, but that is all quite fine
As now, I’ve got the nice and scenic picture to dwell on
During those hot summer days when the complain is strong

Blue on white, before the night

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“All is still, in the forest, before the fall of the night, at least, on the surface, it seems to be so“
Gun Roswell

Blue on white, before the night

Crispy and crunchy, the frozen flakes on the cold ground sounded, under the small steps
On the path of the searchers, which deep into the snowy white forest before night fall led
It was that time of the eve, where the silence too fell, just a little before the sun would leave
Making way for the moon to rise in the skies, but before that, a stand still on the low and high
A moment of true blue colours surrounding all those, who dared to follow the calls of the wild
Perfectly still, nature turning from white to the coolest of hues, from light blues to darkening night
Staying there until the moment had passed, only then venturing back home in the pale moon light

Winter morning in the snow

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“Oh winter, you are such a b… Ah, just forget about it, I’ll just deal with it!” Gun Roswell

Winter morning in the snow

It had been quite the night, the freezing weather and the howling winds alike. Not one single moment of sleep, only a nightmarish slumber non too deep. All of this causing fowl mood and slight headache in the early morning hours, and nothing not even the darkest of coffee, was enough to lift the spirits up.

But as I looked out the window, I could see, lots and lots of snow. Gone, was the dull and grey and even if this meant I had to at the handle of a shovel for sometime to slay, to dig out a path from the house. Then it was all good as the crisp clean planes of the snow covered grounds, were now sparkling as the sun had come out.

Even if I openly despise winter as a whole, there is nothing more gorgeous than a clean world outside the widow after a night of storm. As it just might be enough to make even the most cold hearted hater of this, unforgiving yet quite necessary season, quite whole.

The trees are made of white stuff

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“Wintery forest, is quite gorgeous, especially in the morning” Gun Roswell

The trees are made of white stuff

In the early morning, just when the sun is yawning
Step into to the magical realm, where threes of white dwell
The quietness of it all, makes seem like time has stalled
And if you listen really carefully, you can hear the songs
Sung by all those beings making their home in there
Far away from the real worlds disturbing stares
A magical winter wonderland for those true seekers
Whom others might call, total and utter geeks
But you and me, we, both know that what you want to see
Can be much better than what those non-believers redeem
To be hocus-pocus, so never mind, just enjoy the find
As this is as rare as it truly gets, out here

Frozen, solid, and preserved over the winter

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“Think of it, as some sort of cryogenic freezing, and that it will wake up, in Spring” Gun Roswell

Frozen, solid, and preserved over the winter

The process so untechnical, involving only the elements natural, the freezing process quite solid in use by nature. And now, the just recently fully blooming plant, was frozen solid where it stands.It is almost as if being preserved for the more warmer, gentler season, hopefully soon, on the rising.

The crystallised form, standing solid and strong even now, glittering in the light of the wintry sun with a strong glow. But be careful, don’t get too close and not to touch it, as it might break, and that would a huge mistake. So, be gentle, and only admire from a far, like the above shinning stars, as that which nature has put in a suspended state, will only come to life again, for those who care to wait.

The snowy tracks to follow

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“It’s all covered now, the paths to which ever way, nothing to do now, except to slap on a pair of skis to get moving” Gun Roswell

The snowy tracks to follow

A surprise of a winter, put quite the proverbial splinter on our sides, as all the roads disappeared quickly over night. Now, every which way you look, piles and piles of snow each and every place overtook just in a matter of hours, with all the heavy snowy showers. But even if the regular transports, such as cars, bikes, buses and even trains, would be out of order, leaving the weary traveller in disdain. Well, do I have a perfect solution for you, call it, somewhat, old school.

What is it then, that would let you fly across a snowy mountain? Downhill way, is certainly the best escape, from a regular two or four wheeled ride, when you speed ahead with a smile. Or maybe, the exercising lately, has been neglected somewhat, but with this solution, all those so called problems, will be gone by the end of the day. So, here is the deal: slap on a pair of two wooden planks and strap them into your boots, then add two sticks to gain the forward momentum needed and stability to maintain. Yes, they are also known as skis, so, simple right?

Snowy Branches

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“Snow fell, upon a branch for a spell, until such time, when it’s warm again” Gun Roswell

Snowy Branches

Fresh snow fell, on the branches of the trees in the forest. But there was no one to see that, so was it then really real or not? Maybe there was snow there, maybe not, but the scenery, imaginary or perhaps, someone manage to snap that much coveted picture even. Even if it was all just fake, then that is fine, as in my very own mind, I am enjoying the cold wintry scene, from a forest, filled with trees, covered, in snow, freshly poured down snow, thinking of taking a stroll there, and enjoy my time in the fresh cold weather, until it’s time to change to something else completely.