Donk the Honks with Bonks of Honky, Honky-Honky Honk Honk-Honk, Honk-Honk, Honk, Honk

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It was my favourite kind of winter day out. When the air is just cold enough for a light bit of snow, blanketing the trees and making the air so still and quiet. There was supposed to be a snow storm today, or as CB’s Nan would put it, we were supposed to “get some dirt.” The snow is starting up now, but this afternoon all we saw was some dainty snowflakes flitting about. The weather so mild I wandered around in my t-shirt to take some pictures.

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The house looked very cute when I went trudging out to throw some food out for the fox so I came back out again with the camera.

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Checked in on the old cast iron tub out back of Joan’s house. It was tempting to crawl into that big fluffy pile of snow. It hasn’t felt like Christmas to me yet, but it did this afternoon taking pictures, everything all red, white and green.

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Last of the lonely golden apples gathering snow on the tree.

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One of my favourite things to see every day when I come home from work, CB’s wood pile. Makes me feel warm just looking at it.

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Little pink birdhouse on the birch tree. No birdies inside.

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Schweep Schweep

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Some old bricks and CB’s neglected hammer

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An old bottle and my neglected apples

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Angelica dries out into these lovely starry wands that would be nice in a christmas tree if you spray painted them silver or gold.

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Old fireplace grills leaning up against the back of Joan’s house.

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Merry Christmas !

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Snow Flamks

I took this picture yesterday during the blizzard. Laying in the snow looking up at the trees. We got about 30cm of snow here, some high winds, but the temperature was only about -1, making it kind of beautiful weather. So I put one two pairs of pants, tucking them into my socks to create an impenetrable barrier, threw on my winter gear and ran outside to play.

At first I just ran circles around the house. The snow was up to mid-thigh level in some places and showing bare grass in others. It was kind of like russian roulette, whether Id stomp down too hard or get stuck and fall over. The snow was too fluffy to make a sturdy enough base for me to push myself back up so I just kind of shimmied around on my tummy making sad noises until I got somewheres more shallow. Then I’d take off running in circles until I fell over again. It was exhausting! Now I know why I was always so hungry for dinner when we’d go out playing in the snow. Having fun is a lot of fucking work.

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I ran past the living room window and peeked in, CB looked up and waved from the warm inside. Just across from the window is the clear spot in the yard where CB’s nan uses to back up the car out of the driveway. It’s bordered by towering black spruce trees with a little hobbit hole into the forest at the bottom. Not one to say no to a cool secret passage way and frankly getting tired of running in circles, I went on through.

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Out around the house everywhere the wind howled and dumped down buckets of snow. Through the hobbit hole, there was a different world altogether. It was silent, and calm. No wind, and not much snow. Every so often a gust would shake the tops of the trees and Id get a snowball on my head. It was nice to just hang out there for a while.

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One of my nicest memories of being a kid is playing out in the backyard on mild winter nights. This one memory was just after playing with my dog until he finally gave up and went in the house. I was laying on my back in the snow, spread eagle, looking at the few stars I could see. The thick blanket of snow dampened all the sounds of traffic and people, so it was so nice and quiet. Just my heart beat, the puffing of my breath, and the smell of my mom cooking ham and cheesy scalloped potatoes coming from the house. Thinking deep, ponderous, 12 year old thoughts about life and the universe and ham.

So I did that again. I lay in the snow, and looked up at the branches. I listened to the quiet creeking of the wood around me. I thought about being 12 years old again. I missed my dog. I craved ham. I worried that if I laid by myself in the forest too long a coy-wolf would come eat me thinking I was some kind of carrion. So I gave up and went in the house.

So the moral of this story is, if you are getting bored with your same-old same-old exercise routine, run out in the snow and roll around on your belly for a while. You will get totally sick abs. Just watch out for predators.

Love,

Kara Lala

 

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Snow Boos

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There’s a small herd of caribou across the road from us this morning. Its weird because they are never there, but they seem to be chomping on some marshy bits.

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Uh oh looks like they forgot somebody.

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He finally figures it out, that his gang of friends has moved on. Now he’s gotta cross the road by himself, which he is visibly nervous about.

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He makes a run for it!

 

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He catches up just in time, they are moving out over the marsh further inland.

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Phew, safe.

Its nice to see the caribou out and about. Hardly see them in the winter. They are majestic, like scraggly unicorns made of moss and bits of scrap felt.

Hi Gramma!

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Hi Gramma Gram! Welcome to my blog! I hear you are enjoying your new computer! This probably should be an email, but I saw you followed my blog yesterday and I havent written a post in weeks so I thought this would give me an excuse to do it! I’ve been working a lot to catch back up after our break here. Mostly my day has been baking and snow. This is a picture of me “foraging” like an idiot squirrel for some labrador tea leaves to make a nice ice cream and apple dessert. It was very difficult to find a patch of rock that it might grow on… foraging aint so romantic in the dead of winter.

We have lots of snow.

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This is our a tunnel CB dug from the street to our door. Also:

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Winter Carnival!! Every little town here has their own winter carnival, one weekend after another. The other week was Joe Batt’s Arms winter carnival and CB was excited like a little fat girl in a candy store. He literally did not stop talking about it until the weekend rolled around. Seriously, everywhere he went he made sure to tell everyone how excited he was for breakfast cooked by the volunteer firefighters and hot turkey sandwiches. He brought me jiggs dinner for lunch at work and it was incredible. Salt meat, a quarter head of cabbage, a half a turnip, a whole carrot and potato that tasted like delicious salty meaty broth. And a little slice of spicy carrot cake. It was great.

Oh we have been trapped in the house pretty much so my pictures are kind of boring. I wanted to take some of the immense amounts of steam coming out of everything into the cold air of our house.

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And I had a bath.. steamy! I began to suspect it was a ghost perving on my naked bod, and closed the curtain.

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And we did a whirlwind trip into St. Johns one weekend but this is the only grainy cell phone picture I have of it. The sun shining through the mammoth icicles was pretty.

Anyway Gram, thanks for following my blog! Maybe we can skype later! BYEEEE!

Land of Ice & Snow

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This morning is very mild. There’s a cold breeze but it’s very clear and grey and smells like spring. Well, like wet moss and old milk. I havent gotten to the being human stage of the morning yet, and am just sitting pantsless in my stink jamming to Prince and drinking all of the coffee. There’s loads of work to be done, and loads of laundry too actually, but meh. CB is at work this morning so Im spending these hours screaming to some hip hop and doing kung fu moves all over the house in my robe. It’s meditation for people with concentration issues.

The day before yesterday we went out for a drive to a place called Island Harbour. It’s a very pretty half hour drive east of here and I really like it. Tucked out of the way, its a little finger of land pointing into the ocean. There’s another very small island about 100 yards off the main road, that I like to call Booby Island because it’s just two mounds inhabited by seagulls.

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This is a shed built right onto the ocean.

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Biggest, reddest moose Ive ever seen. HA! Joking, its not even a moose, it’s a shed.

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Weird little mushroom looking ice sculptures carved by the wind whipping over the freezing ocean.

 

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Our future house.

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So much sun and ice makes me crave cheeseburgers. Might be because it’s lunchtime though..

To The Pier And Back

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We we bored, so we went out to the pier. And then back.

It’s been like a winter hellscape here this week, much like the rest of north america I suppose, but today the sun it out and the temperatures have mellowed out a bit. It’s still probably not fit for human beings to exist in weather like this, but it’s more sufferable. I can go outside in my snowsuit without screaming and screaming all the way to the car.

We’ve also been making an effort to keep the car a bit toastier. It’s very unhappy here. It wants to go back to its nice warm safe garage in Montreal where it was only driven to Temple. The snow is so fine it just blows in and packs every centimetre of space with the fluffy white devil. Seriously, pop the hood and you cant even tell we have an engine in there. So we’ve been going for week drives. We just went out to Tilting, about 15 minutes away. It was pretty and sunny so I got out and took some pictures at the end of the pier.

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The rocks mark the end of the pier, then that white landscape between us and the multicoloured parade of houses is the frozen ocean. The top is frozen and is still moving steadily. If you stand still it feels like the pier is moving very fast through the water and made me want to blorch in my snow pants. Really trippy.

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Some of these ovals of snow get built up a few feet high and look really cool. Tall smooth cylinders bobbing around on the ocean.

 

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Some dinghys or doohickeys or some kind of dongle.

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Walking back to the car. Thats the firehall there. All the firemen on the island are volunteers. It seems like everybody’s dad or husband is a firefighter.

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CB just set down a PLATTER of hotdogs and a pot of Kraft Dinner. You’ll have to excuse me for the rest of the afternoon.

 

PeaCE OUT!

February Farm Times

So now it’s February.

Great.

That’s the worst one! Everything is exciting shades of white and brown.  It is all so very dry and cold and itchy. Blugh. February, more like PLEBruary! Am I right people? *HIGH FIVES*

Anyroad..

Im up in Thornton for my days off this week, visiting CB’s folks. Seeing as everyone else is working like a bunch of chumps during the day I am forced to spend all day lounging around the house by myself. I’m managing though. Yesterday when I got tired of watching Ice Road Truckers and shows about Cat Facts, I did a bit of cooking with my friends Slick Rick and Captain Morgan! Their cat, Pissa, also helped to keep me company. Also took some pictures so you can see that even in the armpittiest month of the year, its still so fucking beautiful here!  Be still, my farts.