Went from a cooling fan to a warming heater in a rather short space of time. This morning’s 38F had me turn on a little heater by my computer chair for a short while. No I’m not complaining about it being too cold…..just sayin:))
I know I sometimes go on a bit about my dislike for our cold snowy winters back home in southern Ontario but of course like anything else there is always another side to the coin. At times winter can be spectacularly beautiful with all it’s picturesque snowy scenes & crispy clear blue skies. I have nice memories of cross country skiing, a short stint at down hill skiing, & of course many country road drives on bright sunny days through snowy rural landscapes. I have many snow scenes in 35mm slides but very few winter photos in digital. One of our blog readers lives in Ontario’s Beaver Valley which is a couple hours drive northeast of Bayfield & I’ve noticed this fellow has a keen photographic eye for nature’s beauty. His photos remind me of winter’s scenic side & his interest in what nature has to offer mirrors my own love of outside natural photography . Check out the Furry Gnome’s SEASONS IN THE VALLEY. You can also find the Furry Gnome on our sidebar.
Let’s just say we had ourselves a very quiet day which left me with little to write about tonight. Some days are just like that…………….
ANOTHER BACK YARD SUNSET
GROANER’S CORNER:(( "You think so much of your game that you don't even remember when we got married," complained the wife. "Of course I do honey," the husband said. "It was the day after I sank that 40-foot putt."
A gushy reporter told Jack Nicklaus, "You are spectacular, your name is synonymous with the game of golf. You really know your way around the course. What's your secret?" Nicklaus replied, "The holes are numbered."
An older gentleman is on a golf green about to putt out, and a foursome is behind him, waiting for him to finish. Suddenly, on the road alongside the golf course, a shiny black hearse pulls into view, followed by an entourage of some fifty vehicles. Immediately, the man takes off his hat, places it over his heart, and stands at a respectful silence until all fifty cars have slowly passed. He then puts on his hat, taps his ball into the hole, and walks to the next tee. The members of the foursome are impressed, and, when they catch up to him, say that it has been some time since they have witnessed such a display of respect and dignity. To which the older gentleman replies: "It's the least I could do ... on Monday we would have been married fifty years!"