Shimmer - Haiku

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Sugar - Haiku

It's that time of year when sugar shacks are made ready for the upcoming boiling season.  There is not a sweeter aroma in the air then that of maple sap boiling its way to become maple syrup.  mmmmmm.  The photo is of the steam coming off the boil pan at an outdoor camp. 

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Conversation

The house is silent except
for the crackling furnace pondering
should I turn on or remain off.

Will she need heat this night
or will she toss the coverings off
with window wide open
only to awake chilled to the bone.

Ahhh, the conversation unspoken
with furnace, the giver of heat
and one fixture that I rely upon.

Snow Day !

Wowzers, nearing two feet of the white shite so far and it’s still coming down. The “front” is coming from Texas and we know their motto is “go big or go home” and this is certainly big !

I must admit I’m happy to see the snow. The garden needed the covering badly. Insulation from these frigid temperatures always helps plants to make it through and besides just saying Snow Day! leaves me giggling. Memories of those snowsuits, bound so tight all we could do was to waddle, and of course licking snow from mittens no matter the colour ;)

Me thinks I’m mellowing and have grasped this with an oooommmm attitude. After all we can’t change the weather so why sweat it. With this in mind I left for work an hour early, best to have the road to one self in these conditions, where one doesn’t need to worry about how snow savvy the other drivers are. Besides it leaves the parking lot clear so I can spin doughnuts. O come on now it’s such a right of passing in a blizzard.

Arriving home after the work was done, I wondered lets see how Goldie does and gave it the gusto. She has never failed me but I hhhmmmmed as I backed into the drive and swerved right then left while she sought traction. Come on girl! And she did resting in right where I aimed. We done did good.

As I now watch the snow blow horizontally covering the Northern Juncos at the feeder, the aroma of an all dressed pizzzzzzza and a warm goblet await me. I shall wait for Dale to put put put up the street with his snow blower, all the while sitting back with comfies on and watching Mother Natures’ storms blow over the landscape just like the days of old when Snow Day meant just that.

Cleanse - Haiku

coconut scrub soap

lathers softly in my hands

glow returns to skin

inhale and exhale

stress of hectic work world

vanishes in breath

on this winters night

salutations to the stars

brings peace to this soul