That pretty much sums up this winter. And apparently summer in places like New Zealand where my farmer friends are cleaning up the damage from Cyclone Gita.
Looked outside and found this:
It is our rain barrel. In winter? you ask. Well, there is a little problem with a roof line on our house. We've had some sunny days, making the snow melt on the roof and drip onto the concrete pad in front of the garage ... which then freezes into a sheet of glare ice. So the barrel is there to catch the drips. Then it freezes and eventually does what ice does in a restricted container.
The problem is on both sides of the - what do you call this architectural feature? - the piece that juts out. You can see icicles on the left side, but it drips into the bushes so not as much of a problem.
Remember the wiener roast we had in the fire pit shortly after New Year's Day? Buried again. No toasty fires in the immediate future. So we concentrate on indoor activities.
I had a large amount of baby alpaca yarn calling out for attention, so I put the spinning wheel aside and commenced work on a pair of shawls/scarves (can be worn many ways). They are light as a feather but oh so cosy and warm.
This is the second one, washed and laid out to be soft blocked (as opposed to pulled into shape with T-pins on a blocking board). I was just too lazy to bother with pinning, and it works for me.
Detail of the crochet work:
And of course, curling. Our club held the 19th Annual Tuff Spiel last weekend. It's a one-on-one competition, and lest you think that's boring, I assure you that it is the ultimate curler's game. If you've watch curling on the TV lately, you've seen four people teams, with a skip calling the shots and sweepers assisting the rocks as they travel.
There is none of that in this game.
No skip, no sweepers. Players can come no closer to the house (the rings) than that little flag you see on the right side of this photo below. There is an umpire who only moves rocks that are out of play for various reasons and to mark the points on the scoreboard. Don is watching as Nancy makes her last shot of this end.
It's a difficult game, physically and mentally, but that's what makes it so darned much fun!
The Husband and I went to Kelowna one day, ostensibly to pick up some things at the Asian grocery store we like and have sushi at the restaurant beside it, but mostly to enjoy a sunshine day which happened to also be my birthday.
Coming home, the clouds started to move in, creating lovely light and shadow contrasts on the hills. This is Kalamalka Lake with Vernon in the far distance, orchards at the bottom right in the Oyama district.
No so much snow closer to the lakes and 250m lower in elevation than us. The lakes don't freeze because they are so deep - inland fiords, if you will. Kal is 142m (466 ft) at its maximum depth. Okanagan Lake, just west of it, is 232m (761 ft) max. This is an interesting little factoid blog about the lake.
If all else fails to cheer me up on a dull winter day (today, for example), watching the quail as they move around our yard (this time, coming back from picking sand off the bottom of my car) is always entertaining.