FAREWELL TO FEBRUARY AND WINTER.

"I hide myself in the quiet white of winter and 

nestle in her comforting folds of cold oblivion."

Terri Guillemets

It snowed again and again and I had no guilt in staying indoors out of the nasty elements.

The neighbourhood became silent and very few greetings  or friendly chatter took place, and if they they did it was in the side by side camaraderie of snow shovelling.

Blue skies were so welcome and yet I hid in the shadows of my warm house to capture winter from the lens of my camera.

Thanks goodness for Valentines and another birthday to break the chilly monotony.

Three books from a collection of one of Canada's iconic storytellers Stewart McLean, who passed away in February, were my inspiration for a birthday gift to my honey as he had so enjoyed Saturday mornings over the years with CBC's Vinyl Cafe. I think we will have some enjoyment reading these out loud, hopefully with the same slow pauses which captured the anticipation of the next phrase. 

And as the snow began to melt and before another flurry blew in, I was surprised by little tulip shoots poking out on those frigid days as if they were defying winter, determined to bring hope for the spring season to follow.

" The color of springtime is in the flowers,

 the color of winter is in the imagination."

Terri Guillemet