Clack clack clack!!!
This is a sound I've heard repeatedly but it's always been associated
with winter time weather. Can this sound I hear really be those
frozen pellets raining down and striking the metal exhaust fan
outside? This sound I hear has me looking outside to confirm with my
eyes what my ears have heard. Hail! It's May 9th , spring
according to my calendar. Why is it hailing?
Within minutes the
landscape is transformed, a scant layer of white sits atop new grass
and budding leaves. I shake my head in disbelieve. I know it won't
last, at least I hope it won't.... and it doesn't yet for the rest of
the day squalls of hail past through at least once every hour.
Our chairs wait outside
on the back deck in anticipation of the days to come when we can sit
in the sun and enjoy our morning coffee.
If I had taken this
picture in February it wouldn't have seemed out of place but being
the second week of May, I just do not want to see fresh snow on the
distance hills.
The weather may not be
showing signs of spring but there is evidence that the season is
changing. Tender buds are showing up on trees, the one and only
flowering shrub has begun to display pods that will flower if the
deer stop eating them and Sam is proudly sporting a bit of new growth
himself, as his antlers have began to sprout.
Another sign of spring,
for me, is the sorting and inventory of what is left food wise, and
the cleaning of the freezers in preparation of the incoming summer
crew. When it comes to the ordering of food for the 9 months that
Mike and I are here it can be somewhat daunting but it looks like I
have gotten it spot on this year. With only weeks, 2 to be exact
left before we fly out the cupboard is bare and that's as it should
be.
The curious cat.
Super moon Saturday came
under cloudy skies so this year I didn't get up at 4 am to sit out on
the front deck to capture a picture or two but Sunday morning did
provide a super low tide.
One more sign of spring
that only Mike and I would ever notice is that “Fat Cat” gets out
and about more often. Throughout the cold months of winter she never
ventures further than one pillow to the next but once she gets a
whiff that spring is in the air we'll find her lounging on the back
deck in the sun (when it does come out), waddling down the boardwalk
or sitting in her most favourite spot beside the shovel.
No spectacular sunsets
this week.
Till next week,
Heather & Mike
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