It seems counterintuitive to think of ice as a sign that winter is coming to an end. But these odd formations have appeared in my backyard, below the eaves of my house. They are the result of snow melting from the roof. Although it is still cold enough that it freezes, this gives me some hope that winter is near its end.
There are many ways to enjoy winter in Northern New Brunswick: skiing, snowshoeing, skidooing, skating, and sledding. By the time spring officially arrives, however, I am ready for its end. I crave flip flops and walks on the beach, campfires and balmy summer nights. I am done with all the whiteness and not being able to see around corners when I back out of my driveway.
We are not done with winter weather yet, but at least there are signs that it is beginning to end.
Leftover from last season, a maple leaf rests on a patch of snow.
The winter has rendered it amber, left its mark in wear and tear. And yet, after a season of rain, snow, wind, and frosty temperatures, it has somehow retained its shape.
It is a symbol of survival.
This week has been absolutely gorgeous.
It is November, and we have had temperatures of 17 and 18 degrees celcius. The sun has been shining, the breeze has been calm, and the fall leaves are hanging on.
Last year at this time, winter was in full force. Our yard never got cleaned up before the snow because the snow came so early. This is what fall is supposed to be like.
What a difference a year can make.
This makes me very happy.
Tiny little red pompoms appearing on the branches, pops of colour that change the view outside my windows on a daily basis.
I don’t even care that the pollen litters the driveway and plugs up my sinuses.
I am just happy to enjoy every minute of this beautiful season.
It may not be pretty, but this picture makes me very happy.
For six months, this corner of our back deck has been covered in snow. This is the corner outside my back door, where I go to hang clothes.
For six months, I haven’t been able to access this spot.
Now, finally, with the promise of sun today and a little corner to stand on, I can hang out some clothes on the line.
It’s not much, but it’s enough.
Like many others in the Maritimes, I am (not so patiently) waiting for the arrival of spring weather. Although the season may have officially begun over a month ago, it still looks and feels very much like winter. (Yes, that white stuff is in the background is snow.)
Because of the cold and wet weather, and the rotting snow, finding photo opportunities has been a challenge lately. Occasionally, I find something around the house to use as a subject matter. And, occasionally, I find things through the window – like the rain drops on my barbecue.
I continue to hold out hope that it will end (the forecast says so, finally), and that green grass is not far off.
Until then, I will do my best to look on the bright side and find photos where I can (even if it means not leaving the house with my camera!).
A leaf, trapped between glass and snow.
One season trapped inside another.
A contrast in texture and time.
This tree is pretty, no matter the season.
Speaking of whimsical…
I don’t know why I love things that curl, but I get a kick out of these curly grasses that show up in my wildflower (read: “weed”) garden in late summer.
And speaking of summer, it’s the last day of. It is the end of the season I love.
Until next year.
Our first winter storm has arrived.
(Even though it is still technically fall.)
Nearby houses disappeared in the wind and the snow.
It is a black and white landscape.