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Good Morning! They say every snowflake is different, but right now, they all look the same—piled up in my yard.
Well, I’ll tell ya, it’s a damn cold morning here in the north. Woke up to a downright bitter -18°F (-28°C), and let me tell ya, that kind of cold don’t mess around. By the time I got the old shop stove fired up, I was about ready to hightail it back inside. Lucky for me, I threw a few chunks of hardwood in there before bed last night, so it wasn’t too bad once I got things rolling’. But just the same, trudging’ out there and hauling’ out the ashes had these old bones feeling’ every one of their years.
Weather for Port Loring, Ontario:
Today: Cold as a banker’s heart this morning’, with temperatures crawling’ their way up to 20°F (-7°C) by afternoon. Not much of a warm-up, but at least it ain’t getting’ worse.
Tonight: Dropping’ down to a chilly 10°F (-12°C), so best toss another log on the fire before bed.
Tomorrow: More of the same—cold and stubborn, with a high near 19°F (-7°C) and a low of 2°F (-16°C). And if that ain’t enough, there’s a good heap of snow rolling’ in, expecting’ to drop around 6 to 10 inches (15 to 25 cm) by the time it’s done. Gonna be a mess out there, so best be prepared.
Sounds like a good time to stay close to the stove and keep the coffee hot.
Highway 522: Well, once again, it’s snow-covered—no surprises there. With these kinds of temperatures, that white stuff ain’t going’ anywhere fast. Not much a fella can do about it neither, ‘cept take it slow and hope the plow guy’s had his coffee. But hey, that’s just life up here in the north, especially as we creep toward mid-February.
Folks in the city might complain when they get a dustin’ of snow, but out here, we measure it in “how many shovels deep” instead of inches. And when the highway disappears under a fresh blanket, we don’t panic—we just pour another coffee, maybe throw another log on the fire, and figure we’ll get where we’re goin’… eventually, and take in what nature has to offer.
On another note, I worked the day away yesterday out in the old woodworking shop, fussing’ with them flutes I’ve been talking’ about these past few weeks. Still lots to do, but I’m making’ good, steady progress. Today, once the shop gets toasty enough that I ain’t seeing’ my own breath, I’ll be back at it.
Not much more to report this morning, so I reckon it’s time to see what my lovely wife has rustled up for breakfast. Can’t beat a good home-cooked meal to start the day. After that, we’ll settle in with a couple of steaming mugs of hot cocoa, have ourselves a good old-fashioned chinwag, and watch the morning show at our bird feeder—no commercials, just the kind of entertainment you don’t get in the city.
This time of year, it’s mostly nuthatches, chickadees, and the occasional finch, flitting about like they own the place. And in a way, I suppose they do. They sure don’t seem to mind the cold, unlike us humans who bundle up like we’re facing’ the next Ice Age. It’s funny—some folks spend a fortune on fancy getaways, looking’ for peace and quiet, while all we gotta do is pour another cup and let nature come to us.
Well folks, that’s about it for this morning. Time to see what kind of mischief—I mean, productivity—I can get into today. I might even take a moment to just sit back and appreciate the simple things, like a warm fire, a few hot drinks, and the fact that I don’t have to scrape ice off a windshield to get where I’m going’.
Until the next time: “Keep your minds open and your stories alive!” GW