Category Archives: musings

It Will Soon Be Spring, but …

It’s supposed to warm up today, here in the Great White North. It would be good if this warmth was to stay, but alas, that’s not the case. We’re only getting a short break.

But, having gotten our second jabs, M and I are getting a more permanent break from coronavirus.

And that’s something to celebrate, no matter what the weather. 🙂

Happy weekend, everyone. Stay safe.

Ice Runway

When you work in the north, lots of things are different. Since you’re surrounded by snow and ice for many months of the year, you learn to make tools of them.

Northern ingenuity.

So, what is this? It’s a frozen lake runway. There is another nearby airport (quite a large one, actually) that’s on dry land, but here, summer float planes can become winter ski or wheel planes just off Latham Island on Great Slave Lake.

Happy Wednesday. 🙂

Friday Flower

It may be snow white up here in NWT, but for that reason, I think it’s time for a Friday flower.

Lavender in the drying process.

The photo above, taken a couple of years ago, is of a bunch from one of my lavender pots. Lavender is said to bring luck. In ancient times, it was burned in bonfires to ward off evil or to entice good fortune.

Despite its reputation as an “old lady” flower, I have always loved it for its fragrance and pretty purple flowers. Dried, it can last a long time; I like to keep it in my closet to repel moths, and outside, it repels mosquitoes.

Large lavender bush.

And, as if that’s not enough, lavender scent will help you to sleep, and more deeply, as well.

It’s certainly one of nature’s beautiful presents. Do you grow lavender?

Happy Friday; happy weekend. 🙂

Slip Slidin’ Away

Last week, an interesting thing happened. I came home from work, dropped off my bag and proceeded to clear the latest snow deposits from my steps. For good measure, I added some salt, as there were a few small ice patches here and there.

I was looking forward to a lovely meal from my wonderful M. He was making chicken pasta with mushrooms, and the aroma, particularly upon entering from the frigid outside environs, was especially enticing.

My snow-encrusted doorbell, bathed in the glow of my porch light.

I went inside again, dropped off the shovel and picked up the garbage to take it outside.

As I turned to go down the steps, I managed to find and slip on the only bit of unsalted ice at the head of the stairs, and slammed my teeth together as both feet went out from under me and I whacked the edge of the first step on my way down.

Sliding and banging, I managed to hit the edge of all seven of them with my back and ribs, accompanied by glancing butt hits on the stair treads.

When I came to a stop, I could tell there was some damage, but I wasn’t sure which part I should moan about first.

My M came bursting through the door, as he had heard me fall.

Back inside, I started to note the injury: bruised ribs and spine and an overall sense of having been jarred, hard, especially my teeth. And later, I discovered a broken tail bone. All things considered, it could have been worse. But the thing that sticks out the most is how I tried to grab the doorbell to save myself. What the hell was I going to do with that??

All’s well that ends well, I suppose, especially on the part that ends with my rear. I’ve always been a bit of a pain in the ass, so I guess it’s only fair that the sentiment has been returned, literally.

How karmic.

Happy weekend, and may you always land on your feet. 🙂

Frigid February

We are deep inside a real big frosty.

With temperatures of -42C and wind chills of -52C, it has been interesting. And I understand that a lot of North America has been whacked by a polar vortex, so apparently there’s lots of cold to go around. Polar vortex – doesn’t that sound vicious? But here, cold in February? That’s normal.

I’m used to dressing warmly – a heavy, long parka – and walking to work, but the windy conditions the last couple of mornings – with gusts up 70K – have been, well, glacial.

My eyelashes have been frosting up within seconds.

I dare not expose my cheeks, chin or nose. They might freeze and break off.

Taking a deep, unprotected breath might sear my lungs. That actually happens, by the way. If I breathe in too much cold air without some sort of scarf buffer, I will start to cough.

Going bare-handed, even for a few seconds, produces instant skin cracks. Ouch!

But, there are good things. My coffee thermos keeps my homemade mocha really hot, even though the outside of it gets really cold during my walk.

My parka is stellar.

The winter sky is a crystalline arch.

And, this weather makes me totally appreciate spring, summer and autumn. 🌸

What’s the best and worst of your winter?

Icelandic Minimalism

This is a famous rock formation off the northwestern coast of Iceland called Hvitserkur, which means “long white shirt.” It’s covered in a lot of white bird guano, hence the name. When I visited, the sea was much rougher and the wind was fierce. This is an unusually calm day.

Photograph by Lionel Fellay

The result of ancient volcanic magma, in Icelandic folklore this rock was thought to be a petrified troll. Too bad the same doesn’t happen to internet trolls. 😉

Happy week. 🙂

Today’s Pictures: 5 Feb 21

‘I have two doctors, my left leg and my right leg.’    George Macauley Trevelyan With the daily shot from my local forest walks, I’m including …

Today’s Pictures: 5 Feb 21

Great quote! If we’re cautious, most of us can safely walk through this pretty bit of snow. 🙂

The North Atlantic

I grew up next to the Atlantic Ocean. Its profoundly salty tone and scent suffuses all aspects of life within and nearby with an overarching awareness of the primordial melting pot that connects all of us.

For me, this picture from photographer Vincenzo Mazza activated a strong sense of home, which is unusual as I’ve never felt much homesickness. I left “home” at a very young age and have spent the vast majority of my life in many other places. Home became more about my life’s people than about a place. But the ocean has a way of imbuing your blood, I think.

I have visited Iceland a number of times, and its ocean geography does remind me of “home.”

South Icelandic coast, a rugged and beautiful place.

Do you feel homesick from time to time?

Happy Friday. 🙂