Day Three

To Val-David again where Mireille exhibited two of her works.  I have seen and bought a smaller one of her creations a few years ago but had not seen any of her larger works.  Our paths cross occasionally in the village. We hug and kiss cheeks.  She recently told me that she no longer sculpts her hands being 'done'.                                                                           She now composes music, writes the lyrics and guitar in hand performs in small places here and there.  

   

A cold glass of sangria while waiting for our food was much appreciated by all.

What you see is not all she got.  The goat cheese made itself invisible.  

  

A few more photos and then back home .

Day Two

35 minutes drive to Mont Tremblant

  

                                                                                       
                                                                                          We took the easy way up

South side

Hard rocks in hiding

North side

Day one with Pasha

She arrived tired from her 6.5 hrs Jeep drive, eager to get into position to capture the blaze of autumn colours.     
                                                      
                                                     Parc des Amoureux - Val David 

Happy New Year

My wish to all of you dear friends is a great 2014 Year filled with love and health, with happiness and some madness and ....of course numerous challenges....which you will overcome, just enough for you to become stronger and stay fully alert.


PS: Lovely blue sky but.....minus 35. So very grateful to be sitting inside cosy and warm.

Snow

We have had timid winters for a few years, but old-fashioned tough winter is back and the height of the fence is shrinking.

             December fence vs. January fence here, but photo insert option kaputt 

I shovelled again early morning dressed 'daycare' style, bundled up heavy including scarf around mouth.

Polluted the air. Well, need to de-ice the car and what better way than to click the remote and have the motor running for 20 min. while I'm getting ready to brave the shovel job.

My fuel consumption has increased but my mileage is increasing at a slower rate than usual. Only happens during very tough winters.

I remember a time where I was in a rush to get somewhere and could not wait for the windshield to defrost properly and drove off starring through a 4-inch clear space spot.
My friends who were with me at the time still talk about it and wonder how we could have been so stupid foolish given our wise age of 70 at the time.

I could go on and on but am grumpy now because of kaputt business.

Feuilleton goes on

I don't mind being the first one out to clear the snow. Never liked to talk much first thing in the morning. My loved ones know it but I have not told the friendly neighbours as yet.

It was no surprise to find this waiting for me at 5.30 this morning. I heard it on the radio. The windshield wipers reminded me which end is which.

 

Forgot to take a picture before going back into the building. So when  I say that I came  back out at 9 and it looked as if I had not been out earlier, you'll have to believe it.  Did the job again but also had to shovel a little path along the side of the  car in order to be able to open the door. And and and.....

 

Actually, I am having fun and it looks just beautiful out there and this snow is good for the Ski Resorts, the Restaurants, the Hotels, the Sport-wear boutiques and the children whom I should have mentioned first. Is it good for me? Sure, I need the exercise and am sooooo grateful that I can still lift and push and carry but I am also worried about the days when I won't be able to do all this. After shovelling the snow away from the back of the  car in order to be able to drive 7 km to get a coffee because we had no electricity, I started to worry. Will I soon have to choose between snow and Moselito? I live here to make him happy. Anyway that's what I think. Maybe he won't mind going on a bus trip once a month to see Ellena, his mother.

Tomorrow I'll pick him up. He will be with me till Drecember 31 afternoon, he will be all smiles clearing snow, carrying presents to his sister and having meals that he likes and taking it easy for a while while listening to music and turning pages in Ellena's photo albums and telling Ellena what he remembers when looking at the photographs.

 

I was hoping for my blog to fix itself but....

 

 

 

 

I have 10 little gifts to make for people that are not part of my family. They are the loving  volunteers who commit themselves for 12 months to work with people in need of special care. This year they hail from France, Germany and Canada and have become good friends of my Moselito.  Only gifts from the heart will speak to them. It takes for ever to wrap love and gratitude and that's why I start so early to prepare my small gifts to them. 

A Creator exists

My dream of a lifetime this house, although reduced to an apartment now, which allows me to be not only a neighbour of nature but also makes me almost part of it. My dwelling is not only the place where I live, it's what and how I live and, it is nestled in a space that I relate to that I have something in common with. I can't describe the intense joy I feel when faced with images such as these. Such a priveledge. Automn and his colors. 

                                             On my way to pick Moselito up for home weekend.

Fall colors so different from the exploding spring colors. These here embrace me - time to look within.


This was two weeks ago - today I opened my eyes to a white veil covering the ground. It won't last.



                                  

Autumnal Equinox

The first day of fall flew in on the back of this leaf today and landed on my patio.

These two leaves were lying in the grass two weeks ago.  For now they are resting inside the Webster's dictionary and on the first week of November the big decision will be taken as to which one will be tucked away in a birthday card. A long flight all the way to Germany is awaiting the chosen one. The Edelweiss Man is celebrating his 80th.