WOKE UP TO A WINTER WONDERLAND THIS MORNING

No wind as snowflakes lazily floated lightly to Earth through our surrounding Pine trees at daybreak.  Cold but pretty as clumps of snow hung heavy on sagging Pine boughs. It's the kind of winter snow we don't mind, knowing it is temporary & soon will be gone. It was a photographer’s true winter scene.  Unfortunately the only photos I have of it are from in the house. Although the weather was picturesquely perfect outside I’m afraid I was under the weather inside.

 

Must say how nice it is being back at our desktop computer in our Sunroom again.  First time since last October I have not had to have my laptop…..on my lap!!  Nice to have a big screen that remains stationary on the desk therefore making it much easier for me to edit my photos.  I always have trouble getting exposures right while balancing my Toshiba on my knees.  If the screen tilts just an inch forward or back it affects the exposure & with me constantly moving around either on our rig’s loveseat or my recliner & Ikea chair in Congress it is near impossible for me to get the photos edited correctly. 

Aside from that it is doubly nice to be sitting comfortably with large windows on three sides of me overlooking our whole front yard.  Hope to get some birdfeeders hung up tomorrow to again bring all the birds back into our yard.  I can just sit right here at the computer & photograph them as they freely come & go.  I also have a nice sound system here in the Sunroom & with our ambient lighting it all makes for one very pleasurably cozy place for me to spend my evenings contentedly working away on my posts. 

Soon our front yard will green up & green in giving our Sunroom a tropical atmosphere.  Running water in our Frog pond, birds singing in the trees & shrubs, Frogs croaking, Crickets cricketing, & Owls hooting in the Pine trees.  And nobody can see in through all the foliage we have planted over the years.  Yes, it sure is nice to have a pleasant home to come home too.  We are so fortunate in so many ways.

A few days ago I mentioned I had not climbed out of my PJ’s until 10:30 a.m.  I never got out of of my PJ’s at all today & I’m guessing that has to be a first since maybe when I was kid.  Stuck close to my recliner with a blanket & watched a few old movies.  That darn chest congestion which I thought would have cleared up on it’s own by late last week is being persistent despite starting the meds today.  Felt like Kelly had the heat cranked up to about a hundred all day.  I am hopeful for some improvement tomorrow. 

 

Despite blowing snow coming in off Lake Huron this afternoon we did end the day with sunshine beginning late afternoon & as I type this in early evening I have sunshine streaming in our west Sunroom window lighting up my Spirits.  Sunglasses may be required at any moment.

Wondering if anyone out here is familiar with Canadian made Triple E Commander Class A Motorhomes??  From what we have read they were a quality built coach, very solid & very well insulated.  Built with a Northern climate in mind.  I’m thinking they were comparable with some of the higher end American coaches. 

 

GROANER’S CORNER:((  When the Mother returned from the grocery store, her small Son pulled out the box of animal crackers he had begged for. Then he spread the animal-shaped crackers all over the kitchen counter.  "What are you doing?" his mom asked.
"The box says you can't eat them if the seal is broken," the boy explained. "I'm looking for the Seal."

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My class was touring the local animal shelter, oohing and awing over the lost and waiting-to-be-adopted animals.  One of my third grade boys was gazing intently at an elaborate aquarium full of different species of fish.  "They're beautiful, aren't they," I commented.
He looked at me thoughtfully, then replied, "Yes, but I don't understand...how can anyone lose a fish?"

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Both of my parents are full time RV’ers and lead very hectic lives at times. So my father Fred W. was bound to forget their wedding anniversary.  Remembering at the last minute, he sped to the stationery store, flew through the door, and breathlessly asked the salesclerk, "Where are the anniversary cards?"  To his surprise, he heard my Mother Jo call out, "Over here, Fred."