Aaand we're back

I'm not sure with what, though. To be honest, I'm kind of grumpy and could have used a bit more sleep. That's the sort of thing that sends blog posts horribly, horribly wrong, so I'm not sure if I should bother to blather. Ah well, maybe I'll just type for a while and see what happens.

Today's pointless photo, by the way, should be looked at as a companion to this one from a couple of weeks ago. It's not especially interesting, but at least it proves that things are thawing.

Well, most things are thawing.

The greater part of my father's yard? Not so much.

I'll see if I'm in the mood to take pictures of it later, but in case I'm not I'll juts tell you that my father's yard has this weird way of holding on to winter for as long as possible. Everywhere else in Alberta could be completely snowless, but my father's place (and, to be fair, his neighbour's) will still be a metre deep in the stuff. It's a testament to how good an insulator snow really is, I guess. Provide a yard with a little bit of shade and you too can have snowball fights well into May.

Erm... hopefully not that long, but you see where I'm going. Just picture this strange little snow island in the middle of spring, and that's my father's yard.

Of course, the whole thing comes crashing down, snowloverly-speaking, the minute someone disturbs the integrity of the pack. Eventually the father figure will get impatient to get on with the gardening, and he'll start moving the snow around. Move the snow around, disturb the air pockets, and all of a sudden this miracle of ice at 14C becomes ACTUAL WATER.

I'd like to tell a bit of a fib here and say that the magic of it all used to mystify my as a kid, but the fact is that my father was a math/science teacher. Things like that never stayed a mystery for long. All it took was a question, and I got an explanation.

It might have been more poetic to stare in wonderment and amazement, I suppose, but I kind of like knowing how things really work better.

Probably why I'm in the business I'm in, come to it.







Hey, this pretty much turned into a post after all. Yay me. Proof once again that I am the QUEEN!!! of pointless blather.

See you tomorrow. Or whenever.