When we got back to Canada, back to Clearwater Lake, the only true to-do on our list was a walk with our dog. Steve's biggest worry with being away for any period of time is leaving London. As we tramped over the trails, we marvelled at how quiet and white and...clean the woods were. The beauty of our corner of the country. As I've told many people since our trip, India is a gorgeous country (geographically and human-ly speaking), but it is dirty. The garbage will pile up in the road-side, home-side ditches, but then be carefully burned come morning. India's waste-disposal system.
And the Fireking mug, gifted from Mumma's camp. White and robin-egg blue checkers welcome me home, greet me in the morning. Small enough to require a refill of coffee, always ensuring my drink is hot. A definite winter wonderful, especially as we gut the interior of our house. Constants to every routine are comforting, no matter the surprises that our way come.
So on to some some familiar winter wonderfuls. The way the light and shadows filter through the trees every time you go for a walk, snowshoe or ski....never the same, always captivating.
And the Fireking mug, gifted from Mumma's camp. White and robin-egg blue checkers welcome me home, greet me in the morning. Small enough to require a refill of coffee, always ensuring my drink is hot. A definite winter wonderful, especially as we gut the interior of our house. Constants to every routine are comforting, no matter the surprises that our way come.
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