Thursday, 9 April 2015

In Search Of Spring

An attempt to get up the hill with the springy things was made yesterday; that blue sky was irresistible. I trudged my way to the top of the first trail but in the thick of the trees it was impossible to stay on top of the snow and with every footstep I was thigh deep in snow. (Retreat! Abort mission.)  I will have snow shoes next year, resistance has proven futile. The weather patterns are changing here along the coast and one must adapt.



Soon.
Soon I will get "my fix".
I crave it: the wild.
I need to have it. 
It grounds me.

8 comments:

  1. AWESOME photo of the dog! It's melting. It will happen. It will go away. I promise. If I'm wrong you can heap your creative abuse at me. :-)

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  2. I don't want to adapt!!!

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  3. I'm too old to adapt! I can wait it out but summer better be good

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  4. YES. Snow shoes are a must for next year! I'm like you, my tank is running empty, I need freedom!! Here's to green and brown making a blanketed appearance really, really sooN!
    Em

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  5. Gorgeous dog photo - good for you for making the attempt!

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  6. At the risk of sounding more church-y than I am, AMEN!

    Psssttt.... I think MEC rents snowshoes if you don't want to wait for next year!

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  7. Psst... you setting have reverted to no-reply blogger again! :)

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