What about pink sky? This morning the dawn sky had a peculiar pink tinge about it. Of course Tuffy P thought to take photos.
The freezing rain that was predicted for our area overnight didn’t materialize, We awoke to find our world snow-covered once again. As it turned out, it was actually a pleasant morning to walk the dogs, with the temperature just at or just above freezing.
I’d just like to ask Mother Nature to look up from the poker game and pay a bit of attention. It’s March 22, and we’re done with snow for this season, thank you very much. Trout season opens in just over a month – in fact my painting exhibition at Yumart here in Toronto, opens on the same day as trout season this year. In closer to two months, morels will be fruiting around here, and if you can find some, there will be tasty dinners ahead.
Morels always seem to come about a week later than I want them to. I’m usually out there looking well before they start fruiting. The challenge scouting for morels is that they don’t fruit until they fruit, and you won’t know if a likely spot pans out until you actually see the mushrooms.
It’s spring cleaning weekend for the dogs. Georgie is visiting our fantastic groomer Lorraine this morning and Memphis has her turn tomorrow morning. George is starting to get adult fur in. It started as a ring around his torso and the slightly darker and less fluffy big dog fur has been coming in down his back. Memphis has had a very thick coat this winter. This morning she managed to find burrs on walk. If Memphis walks anywhere near burrs, they get embedded deep in her coat instantly. Lorraine will strip out a lot of that old undercoat before she sheds it all over the house.
I was out walking the Rangers this evening – we were walking down the middle of the road because it was a little easier there than along the mostly un-cleared sidewalks. We were ambling along at a good pace until Memphis figured out I had some dog cookies in my coat pocket. She started nudging my pocket with her nose, as if to say, “hey Bud, I know you’re holding cookies….dish some out!”. So I gave Memphis and Georgie a cookie and as they were crunching them down, I noticed a fellow shoveling snow from his very large drive.
“Beautiful January day!”, I said.
He looked up from his shoveling, grunted, and said, “Winter! Like it was 40 years ago….”
“Yeah”, I said, “it just won’t stop.”
He moved a couple shovels full of snow then looked up again.
“Your forgetting about the big ice storm. In April, 2002.”
“Oh, was it in April? I forgot about that.”
He went back to his shoveling. I gave the Rangers one more dog cookie each and we continue on down the road.
In like a lion, out like a lamb, is that it? I just finished shoveling the overnight snow, maybe 6 or 7 cm of fluffy goodness. It’s cold and crisp, with little wind and the neighbourhood looks beautiful covered with fresh snow. It’s March though, and it’s time for this winter nonsense to gradually come to an end (please!).
The dogs of course love it. They staged a wrestling match out in the snow this morning and had a great time.
Georgie the pup and Memphis check out the back yard after the ice storm.
Nasty morning. Freezing rain still coming down. Everything is covered with ice. We have power but thousands in the city do not, may not get it back for a couple days. There’s a power line down a couple streets over. I tweeted the location out to the folks at Toronto Hydro, although the residents who live right there may have already called it in.
We took the dogs for a good long walk. George, the new pup, is doing quite well for a dog with no leash experience. It’s quite slippery to walk and I won’t be driving anywhere for a few hours. It’s supposed to warm up, which will help things out quite a bit.
Tuffy P is doing some morning baking, and the house smells wonderful. Her awesome peanut butter bombs just came out of the oven. In the interest of science, I tested a couple, and they are wonderful.