Tuesday, November 08, 2005

The weather started getting rough, the tiny ship was tossed...

It was a gorgeous fall day, windy and crisp. I had been cooped up studying as the wind howled around the building. I could see the waves crashing out on the lake and decided it was time for a closer look and a break from the books. A toque on my head, mittens by mom on my hands and a pot of tea in my belly for warmth, I headed out. It was one of those bracing winds that every once in a while actually stopped me in my tracks. Fab! At one point a leaf smacked me in the forehead so hard it hurt! A squirrel probably threw it to exact revenge for Skippy’s treatment on Halloween.

Walking along the waters edge, I couldn’t help but notice hundreds of ducks and geese riding the waves as if it were part of their daily routine. I guess it is. It’s not like they have places to go and get warm. Well they do actually, it’s called an oven. Orange sauce anyone? Silly birds, I would have headed south long ago. I mean with a tail wind like that they could have been south of the Mason Dixon Line by dinner.

I digress. It was such a pleasant walk that I just kept on walking. When I reached the tip of this little peninsula, it occurred to me that drinking an entire pot of tea before a LONG excursion was probably not such a good idea. But as I was out in nature, I answered its call. A quick glance around told me I was alone so I found what shelter I could. Every once in a while we all need to be reminded of certain sage advice. I am going to share some with you now – don’t pee into the wind! And while I’m on the subject, don’t spit in it either. I was reminded that such practices, even when dictated by our natural instincts, are foolish. Ahhh, the folly of youth. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it!


Blogger Blair said...

lovely photos kiddo - we're so lucky to be living in this neighborhood eh?

4:24 AM  

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