IT'S ALL ABOUT WEATHER AGAIN

 I THINK MY NEWEST VERY MUCH MOST FAVORITE COLOR IS BLUE:))

It was the first line of Donovan's song, Sunshine Superman that went through my mind this morning when a ray of sunshine slipped through our east-facing window and lovingly landed on our living room floor.  And that set the tone for the day.  Pheebs and I were soon in the Jeep and out onto the country roads.  We had us a little snow shoveling to do for some friends:))

 HOW UPLIFTING TO SEE SUNSHINE CASTING SHADOWS ACROSS THE ROAD

A SNOWY FOREST FLOOR

 A BUSH LANE

 SMALL CREEKS ARE STILL RUNNING

 HOW GREAT TO SEE THE COLOR GREEN IN THIS CREEK

With each day the Sun's rays become stronger now and it was evident this morning on some of the area roads.  Where darker-colored pavement or gravel poked through the snow I could see melting going on as the darker colors attracted the Sun's warm rays.  There were other signs of melting today as well as I watched water drip in front of the windows from the peaked roof over our sunroom.  

A SUGAR BUSH LANEWAY

 I THINK THE SAP LINES WERE RUNNING TODAY

However, Monday looks like a bad day for us with a weather statement on our site saying, 'Another high-impact storm targets southern Ontario on Monday, threatening to disturb travel with ice, snow, and rain'. 

 EARLY MORNING SUNSHINE IN THE FOREST

 PHEEBSTER TRACKS IN THE SNOW

Looking back over my post I see it is all weather-related again.  Oh geeeezzzzz, will this ever end!!  

Al's Music Corner:  Lonely People by America.

GROANER'S CORNER:(( A new monk arrived at the monastery. He was assigned to help the other monks in copying the old texts by hand. He noticed, however, that they were copying copies, not the original books. The new monk went to the head monk to ask him about this. He pointed out that if there were an error in the first copy, that error would be continued in all of the other copies.  The head monk said, "We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son." The head monk went down into the cellar with one of the copies to check it against the original.  Hours later, nobody had seen him, so one of the monks went downstairs to look for him. He heard a sobbing coming from the back of the cellar and found the old monk leaning over one of the original books, crying. He asked what was wrong. "The word is 'celebrate'," said the head monk.

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The Marx Bros seldom spoke of their embarrassing cousin...Skid Marx.

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A traveling salesman was held up in the west by a rainstorm and flood. He e-mails his office in NY: "Delayed by storm. Send instructions."  His boss e-mails back: "Start vacation immediately."

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