Wednesday, 9 January 2013

Post Holiday Feeble Musings



There was a watercolour dawn this morning - faint pink wisps of cloud against a sky washed with pale, pale blue. Later, as the sun cleared the horizon (and I trekked down the lane way for the newspapers), all the trees wore glitter and gold, the gold reflecting from ice rime covering even the tiniest twigs. Unfortunately there is some (more!) snow forecast, and the sky is now a murky white and the snow is shadowless. The only colours are the dark green of the pines (where the needles show through puffs of snow) and some golden brown leaves that have clung to their parent tree through all of the storms of the last few weeks. I suppose it is truly a winter wonderland, but it would be fine with me if the heavy snow came off the trees and our electricity stopped flickering every time there is some wind.

Last winter we had ice, the walking was terrible, and I longed for big falls of snow. This winter we have had several heavy, heavy falls and, although I am not longing for ice, I am quite happy with what we have and (weather gods, are you paying attention?) would like some clear, snowless days, thank you very much. Poor JG is clearing the roofs with a snow rake and shovel and he has had to take the tractor loader to scrape compacted snow away from the garage. And there are a lot of trees and limbs of trees down everywhere.

I think I was muttering a while back that I did not want a Christmas tree and sounding like Scrooge incarnate. Then in came JG with the news that he had cut a tree and would I determine the height I wanted. It wasn't a bad shape as Chez G trees go, but I messed up a bit with the height, and we ended up with the angel ten feet in the air. I also ended up with two poinsettias (I am a certificated poinsettia killer), a Christmas bouquet from my darling godson, and lots of decorations everywhere. Plus the YD's ménage between Christmas and New Year's. Now this is mostly all cleaned up and packed away, I have removed dog spit and cat skid marks from the hardwood and the only ghosts of Christmas Passed are the two frail remnants of the damn poinsettias, dropping leaves in a sad circle around themselves.

I also have the remnants of a horrible head cold that has kept me doped up and sleeping every time I sat down for the last several days. Today my head is actually clearing, I can breathe (cheers!) and, maybe, tackle the piled up laundry and sew up the crotch of JG's chainsaw pants*.

After I get another cup of coffee and post this. Maybe in a few days my head will have cleared enough that I can actually write something sensible. In the meantime, though, Julie Pippert has a really thought-provoking post about young girlsand cyber bullying up on her site. Parents and grandparents, go take a look!



* For urban readers, chainsaw pants are a nylon and padding sort of apron that fastens around the waist and legs and are supposed to keep the chainsaw from slicing up the wearer, should it slip during use. They do not come with a fly, but JG likes his to have one and so I take the front seam apart and add a zipper, sewed by hand because the protective padding prevents it fitting through the sewing machine. Hand stitching has now pulled out and I need to get out my sailor's palm and put it back.

5 comments:

  1. It was quite a Christmas with lots of sicknesses going around. We may get some of the bad precip on Friday, but the forecast doesn't look too bad. Windy maybe, though.

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  2. Okay, I knew what chainsaw pants probably were, but what in the heck is a "sailor's palm?"

    Your tree does have a nice shape. I couldn't wait to deChristmas my house again this year. I got very tired of it all. And like you, not a fan of poinsettias. I don't even get any anymore. The leaf/bracht drop is terrible.

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  3. cleaning up "Christmas passed"--that's oh so true. I hope the weather is mild for you.

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  4. Nance, a sailor's palm is a leather and metal wrap to enable you to push big needles through tough fabric. http://www.knotandrope.com/Store/pc/Right-Hand-Sailors-Palm-p148.htm#.UPDVK_L3Qig

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  5. Chainsaw pants are something we don't come across in our city but I bet it is possible to get them!
    We are also expecting snow this weekend.
    I know what you mean about the poinsettias, that always die on me too. I have some silk ones in a spray that always look nice when I get them out at Christmas.
    Maggie x

    Nuts in May

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