Oh dear. As soon as my last post appeared, I was bombarded with emails, messages and phone calls from readers (friends and family included) telling me that I was oh-so wrong about the snow dancing its last waltz!
Courtesy of N.G
“Hold on a sec,” remarked a dear friend, “we are braced for a catastrophic snow storm and you’re dreaming of the last waltz? Which world are you living in!”
Clearly, in a tropical world. And NOT in a ‘snowflakes-that-stay-on-my-nose-and-eyelashes’ zone, where temperatures dive deep below freezing point. Obviously, my weather antenna is all haywire.
So now in appreciation of their heroic efforts in battling the snow, I decided to include here certain photos which they sent to me as proof. I am happy to add that they readily permitted me to share these shots of the incredible scenes through my blog. Perhaps as evidence towards my guilt, eh? Haha. Anyway, a great big ‘thank you all!’
Courtesy of S.N
They say a picture speaks volumes. Just look at all that snow! Brr.
Courtesy of F.M-G
And finally, dear reader, wherever you dwell, please be safe, stay well and God bless.
Maloquacious © 2013
A cup of hot tea sits on the window sill. I lift it up and curl my fingers around it. My hands feel the swaddling warmth. Swirls of blistering steam spiral upwards. I see the wispy twirls then whizz out through the open window. I push the curtain aside. And take a deep breath, inhaling the crisp, cool morning air.
I take a peek outside. The scene before me excites my senses. The morning chill tingles my skin with goose bumps; my ears perk up to the outdoorsy sounds; I smell the fresh, clean air, and gladly eye the shower of leaves, fluttering about like snowflakes.
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It all began with one small fish…a goldfish to be exact. It was love at first sight and my dear brother was smitten with the big bonny, beady eyes and the golden, flowing, spectacular robe of…err, let’s call her Goldilocks. And thus, began the love affair.
Goldilocks (the Queen, if you please) was put into a large aquarium—artistically designed, along with all the accompanying paraphernalia (befitting Her Majesty, oh gawdie), such as rocks, pebbles, gravel, shells, ferns, etc—and proudly placed in our home. La-di-da.
My besotted sibling devoted meticulous care to Goldie (as he oh-so lovingly called her), feeding her at regular times, and ensuring that the filter was in proper working order.
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I am out and about among the flowers and trees, the warbling birds and the buzzing bees. With a hop, a skip and a jump—plus a wee stretch of warming up exercises—I begin my daily walk.
Joggers, pink and white, feel light upon my feet. I take in the crisp, cool air; a gentle spring at every step. Briskly, I stride, resolute and firm, and with a cheery smile, I’m on my way. Treading carefully on the kerb, I cross the road and enter the park. Read the rest of this entry