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Let’s Wind Down

© 2013 by Raymond Alexander Kukkee

"now if we can only  persuade Mother Nature to listen to the experts."

Well, it's official... just finished the A to Z challenge,  26 days, 26 letters, and most importantly, 26 articles, pieces or creations, however defined. Tough job it was, too, trying to think up something different and exciting,  new angles on old words, and finding a voice for a specific, compact, and topical approach. Relax.  It's over. Finished, and successfully too. Time to wind down for another year. All done,  from  A is for Author to  Z is for Zest  Let's wind down  I wonder how many blogging participants actually completed the challenge? Psst....I will try and visit as many new blogs as possible Until next year! Meantime, since we're getting so good at finishing stuff, let's concentrate on winding down winter, too....please?  Another worthy project! See this heap of snow? [caption id="attachment_1435" align="aligncenter" width="584"] A Genuine Pile of Snow 2013 April[/caption] Winter was fun, it has it's moments, this year there was lots of white stuff, cold, too, it's not like it was the fantasy warm-as-popcorn snow in **Morgidoo's Christmas Carol, ---but cold.  Brrrr...you know, the Canadian stuff...cold.  So,while we're at it, let's wind down winter for once and for all. With an unreasonably late spring, and a late snowstorm, April 12th,  snow piled up pretty good. Good grief, can you believe it?  see The snow in the pic? Yes, that is a genuine pile of snow.  Oh,  I'm  the tall one in the picture eh, ---notice, no coffee, .....there I am, up there,  winding down winter, huh?  hmnfffff....snowballs!  That ought to give one for thought, especially considering that even with a short memory,  right on this Northwestern Ontario location, only weeks earlier,  back in the middle of March, the 18th, for the record,-- the boys   in this photo were standing on the ground in their snow fort, winding down a snowball fight.    See? [caption id="attachment_1436" align="aligncenter" width="584"]Boys in the Snow Fort, March 18/13 Boys in the Snow Fort, March 18, 2013[/caption]   See why we need to wind down winter?  Mother Nature,  c'mon,  warm up, baby!  The garden is calling, and  vegetables apparently do not grow in snow. Uncle Mac, our gardening expert on everything from raised garden beds to radishes to MegaTon cabbages and everything in between,-- including Blue Hubbard squash and yellow Boule d'Or turnips --will confirm that.  Dollars to donuts he's puttering away over at Uncle Mac's garden shed today, and Farm Girl swears by  his wisdom and wizardry at gardening, collecting seeds, and even sprouting stuff.  Get that? Sprouting stuff already. If that's not enough proof for my loyal readers that it's time for winter to wind down, we can further consult with Glory Lennon, our incredible gardening zeitgeist. She loves sharing her garden and will share flowers of all colours with us anytime, --even my favourite sunny yellow ones! There you go, A-Z is all done, and this ought to give winter a hint, let's  get the snow out and wind down winter too, --and turn on the heat, some nice, warm sun,...now  if only we could  persuade Mother Nature to listen to the experts.  I think we might have coffee while we're waiting for the big wind down / warm up, --or  perhaps we shall write something...maybe both.  Distractions.....Hmm....Thumb my way through another seed catalogue. We  have a pile of them.  See all those veggies?  Green stuff.  Maybe a snooze.... # Is that Incoming I hear? Photo credits courtesy of    © 2013 wlk photography   **Morgidoo's Christmas Carol,  a new Christmas classic,-- is scheduled to be  published in print by Rocking Horse Publishing  by Dec. 2013.   +  
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Winter: Wimps and Worse

by Raymond Alexander Kukkee   [caption id="attachment_765" align="aligncenter" width="584"]Our last big storm, 2009 Our last big storm, 2009[/caption] The big storm.  Oh, my...let the whining begin. It could be fairly  argued that Canadians, in fact a great number of  North Americans, have become softer in the last few decades, perhaps even becoming winter wimps and worse.  "Where are the real Canadians?" blogger Conny Manero asks in her blog "Under the Toronto Sun". I have to agree with her.  Up here in Northwestern Ontario, 900 miles northwest of Conny, and in most rural areas,  bad weather comes, 3' of snow or not, we deal with it. Whiteout conditions, we deal with it.  Square-tire -45ºC , frozen batteries, locks and butts, icy roads, snowbanks, road salt and all, we deal with it. We're Canadians. Tough. Used to winter.  Nemo or not.   We walked to school in snow up to our chests.  Our grandfather(s) invented snowplows so woosies could drive to Bay Street  on  February summer-bare roads instead of having to emulate real Canadians,  those guys driving the old farm team  belly-deep in snow 30 miles to deliver wagon-loads of  food to cities.  That figures.  We always make it easier for whiners to do less, live softer, cushier lives,  and complain more. Connie loves the snow,  which is an anomaly,  her being  from South Africa of course. South Africa the warm.   She  is an exception; she doesn't mind walking in snow up to Timmins Regina, yes,  walking in the icy cold stuff, slippery, with the inevitable slipping, sliding, falling down, frozen fingers, or even a frozen forehead. How about some nice, blowing slow that stings exposed skin. Snow in her boots? Conny revels in it.  She says bring it on,  she loves snow. She loves winter. Regardless,  always being alert and aware,  Connie has observed a dearth of real Canadians;   it seems now in Toronto she is totally surrounded  by  all-season,  'snow-tireless' -useless  slippery-slidey-fall-down-and-cry -call-in-the-army  Torontonians that still want to drive 110km/r on Hwy 401,  foolish and worse, "smartly or not", let us politely say,  on their  liver-slick summer tires all the way to slip-slidey Timmy's instantly-plowed parking-lot  for a latte, cappuccino, and a fancy glazed doughnut. Connie, of course, is referring to the whining, woosie, faint-at-heart imports and deteriorated, soft third-generation compulsive live-in-the-mall-crawlers,  who wear toques when it gets below 22ºC.  And whine. And fall down and get cold too.  And complain. Snowflakes are falling!  The din, the din! " What a mess we're in" is the chorus. Oh, please. Let me pull the Canadian  flaps down over my ears. This is Canada. If you don't like snow, if you can't manage it,  contemplate this as you sip that  Cappuccino el Grande.... drink some real black coffee instead get snow tires, buck up, get out of the shopping malls,   and give it the old Canadian try. Play some hockey while you're at it.

Wimps and worse

Failing that, off to Texas  or Mexico you go,  where orange trees grow, and there IS no snow.  How about that for wonderful, poetic  logic?  If nothing else, it would save us the incessant cacophony  of whining as our shovels bite through that packed, wonderful stuff we Canadians call snow.  Our Canadian Inuit might have a gazillion words for snow, "S-N-O-W" as we call it,   --and we love it!  We're real Canadians, and yes, we do exist. Really!   Thanks Conny! Be safe and enjoy the snowstorm while it lasts!   Is that Incoming I hear?  +  
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