A little Italian for February 29

I acquired a box of biscotti when I did off the list shopping at the grocery store. It was on special and well within its shelf life. So today I shall have a cup of cappuccino , in a white cup on a saucer with a little spoon beside it. The 3 biscotti on a dish. This is to celebrate February 29,  leftover odd hours tuck in to fit the solar calendar. Love solutions like this where we nip and tuck to have some order.

Weather report

In a be impressed voice, the radio announcer said that the high today will be 4 degrees. For February 23 I am. At 8 am the sky was ash gray, so evenly that it was like a gauzy curtain with the sun as a light bulb behind. The sunlight has filtered through and it is a soft bright morning.

Luminous Snow Art February 19

 So we had our big snowfall and because it is only our second this winter most folks were rather unflapped by it. I saw a neighbour skiing down his driveway before 9am. Maybe an object lesson for his young kid. We went for our walk at 1pm and rather pleasant it was. The usual scruffy landscape was a gallery of dark and white. The limbs of the tangled scrub trees were lined with snow and the conifers stood like elegant court ladies with many white handkerchiefs.

Shrove Tuesday February 21

I was reminded twice that it is the Shrove before Ash Wednesday. So I make the batter for the pancakes which have to be crepe like. It is a pleasant ritual to sit down to pancakes as dessert on Shrove Tuesday. Ian likes to sprinkle sugar on his crepe before squeezing a slice of orange on it. I like mine with just a little syrup and berries.

Re-set. February 18

Yesterday was spring like with bare driveways and happy cats. This morning I woke up to  snow covered trees and carpeted ground. The quietly falling snow is giving the day a meditative air and this being Saturday more Nova Scotians may be able to enjoy that aspect. The plowing and plodding can wait for a bit. Snow, even a foot of it, is not permanent; it is just in the way.

Granny Superhero

On our way back from Fredericton, we were asked to check on the oil level of the furnace in the house at Upper. So on frosty Monday we made our way there only to find that the lock was frozen. The handy man muttered about de-icer and WD 40 which, of course, were not at hand. I flung my cape, went to my vanity bag, whipped out my hair dryer, plugged it into the external outlet and solved the problem. Next,onward and upward.