These pictures are from a few years back.
Needless to say that when I stepped out of the house that day I was sure that I wouldn’t go to work that day, I didn’t want to go to work that day.
But the neighbours were out and starting to clear the snow. And I had help.
Within less than an hour, most of us had freed their cars and were on their way. I was off to work, albeit a bit late. As debilitating the snow was, it didn’t disable us completely.
When I was looking for a photo for Debbie’s challenge today, I knew I wanted to show a photo of the neighbourhood I grew up in. I found this one, the houses of the old part of town where I used to play, the old town wall that bordered our garden, the Schlosspark with the pond behind, and the medieval tower which watched over it all. And then I noticed that I hadn’t taken this photo myself. The photographer was our grandson. Heritage in more ways than one.
The heron is not flying into a storm but into uncertainty. Will there be sunshine? Will there be clouds? Or a storm, after all?
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Freedom
and harking back to an rdp last July: Free
Three jet streams in a winter sky.
Three eyes on a stump in the winter woods.
Three quinces left hanging on a winter tree.
Floral Friday
Wikipedia knows that “A skookum is a variety of mountain giant or monster similar to the Sasquatch or Bigfoot.” Mhm… I am wondering. Would the Gruffalo qualify as a skookum if he was seen wandering around in the Northwestern United States? He certainly is fierce, strong, and powerful, and has terrible tusks and terrible claws, terrible teeth and terrible jaws!
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