Harry Meets Snow

Harry's first encounter with snow is a success; his front paws are buried up to his chest and he loves it.


I had to pick him up to get him inside and he was shocked at my unkindness.

I wonder if I can buy cat-size snow boots and parka?

The First Storm

Like all good bloggers, I woke this morning and thought, well this is a natural for today.

I never got around to crisply fastening the tarp around the barbecue; there should be some pleasing shapes there during the next few months.




The garden gates opened during the night to welcome the snowfall. To each his own. If closing them could keep the snow away I'd be out there in a flash.


I like the look of the Llama wondering what happened. There is a tiny bird nest clinging to the tree behind him.


One more storm and this will no longer be fresh and new; just the start of a long winter.

A New look

This was the way the bathroom looked when I moved in last year. It was the first time I ever saw taps with most of the chrome worn off.

While Steve was installing the new taps I figured he might as well replace the counter, lights and mirror and that should have been enough but the room still looked like a dungeon. I decided the fault lay with the muddy green walls; they cast a gloomy spell on the entire room.

The advice I received was, "Don't paper. Nobody papers anymore. It's so yesterday."

So, I bought the paper and set to work. It took me something like fifteen hours to work my way through all the horrors that bathrooms present, beginning with the small space.




Now it's done and I'm happy camper.

Steve The Tornado

There must be some sort of trade-off for Steve.

Before he can adjust to the time difference from west to east he's hard at it installing his sister's flooring.


Chaos prevails but the Princess manages to get her homework done.


If there is a lull, say a coffee break, he is whisked to my place for a bathroom update.


We did allow him time off for his favorite meal, Sushi. Here he's preparing the chopsticks for action.


We'd love him even if he sat still and just chatted but how do you harness the force of a tornado? And who says we're trying?

I Know What You're thinking

You're thinking those nut cases in Ontario do go on about their bloody leaves and continuing decent temperatures.

You're right, but soon this will end and we're smart enough to savor this unexpected continuation of fall.We're into November (okay just barely into November) and today was so wonderful I wanted to catch it in a bottle to preserve forever.

The wind made that wonderful whooshing sound as it tumbled the leaves off the branches and the trail was like a beautiful golden carpet.


Look at that sky; the temperature was twenty C and that's perfect.


These red leaves are gorgeous.


And these leaves are like liquid gold. Perhaps a bit of Black spot mixed in there but nobody's perfect.


Before you know it we'll be complaining about the snow and ice. We need this moment.

Winter Coat

This cedar has spent many years trying to hold its globular shape together despite savage winter snow and ice attacks. It gave the impression that its too-tight girdle had suddenly given way.


My trusty helper and I wrapped it up and hope it regains its pleasing shape over this winter.