"Shlook" (as defined by me) is the sound a boot makes when being forcibly removed from surrounding muck. Our boots have been making that sound frequently as we trudge down the driveway to the car and back. You may not think that 600+ feet is a long way but when you're prying your feet out of the mud, it could be considered a work out. Despite the inconvenience, this is one of the first passages to SPRING. Oh, we've had other indicators, like the first robin and the flocks of Canada geese returning.
It has been a remarkably mild winter, by Atlantic standards, but don't think that makes spring any less exciting for us. I can't wait to see the blossoms on the trees, the buds coming up in the flower beds and the plants returning to the green abundance.
The snow has receded markedly over the last two days, which is very encouraging, but we've come in to that truly ugly portion of late winter/early spring. The snow is dirty and grey or brown, depending on whether it's town snow or country snow. The last wind storm has left debris strewn over the remaining banks of snow and the exposed grass is straw yellow. I don't know why, but I worry that it won't come back, even though it was nice and green when Ron first saw the place, and last spring once the snow melted and I must presume that it will be green again.
We're planning a short summer holiday to St. John's, Newfoundland and are looking forward to the trip. There are all sorts of interesting things to do there including whale watching, iceberg watching and clubbing (night clubbing, to be precise...thanks Hopalong!). (Apparently George Street has the highest club density in North America. Of course, Ron and I aren't big clubbers, but how can we resist such a claim?) The scenery also looks stunning, so we are anticipating witnessing all these things for ourselves. Let's hope the weather cooperates.
House renovations have ground to a halt until Ron can get himself fixed up. Hernias really put a crimp in heavy manual labour. We do have all the fixin's to get the downstairs bathroom tidied up and the living room and hallway floor laid to match the dining room. If Ron ever gets back to himself, he'll have a lot of work to do, poor thing. We don't have much else going on, so I'll leave off for now. Drop us a line to let us know what's going on with you.