Saturday, December 18, 2010

Let it snow.  And snow.  And snow.......



So, this global "warming" thing is funny.  Most of us agree that it is becoming too warm in our world and the ice caps are melting.  At the same time, the winters in north Europe, which used to be gray and rainy wet for the most part, are now wet in a different way.  It has been snowing again and the weather people who get  paid to predict, albeit predictably poorly, predict a cold, cold winter.  We're off on the right foot. (This is the church in our neighborhood whose bells we hear each Saturday at 6 PM and Sundays at 8 and 10 AM.  The sound is particularly clear in the winter.....)

Snow has multiple angles, so to speak. There's the poor slob who has to schlep to work, dig out the car, deal with the horrid traffic backups, leave home in the dark and get home in the dark.  And then there's us, mostly retired and located where we can do most of what we must by foot or bike or public transport.  I like being me in this situation. 

Today we woke up to sunshine and new snow and blue skies (!!) and after walking to the outdoor market to buy essentials for the next few days, we went out again to soak up the sunshine and snowy ambience.  A few impressions.

The promenade along the river.



We opted for a virtual rest on the bench.




Ice in the harbor.




The whale bone sculpture at the harbor.



Our snuggly house...



... and Werner sweeping the entrance.  Civic law requires residents to keep the sidewalks and entrances free of snow.  The sound of shovel on concrete wakes me up faster than an alarm clock. And with more irritation.



After our walk we had a bit of shopping to do and I ran into Santa!  He was so gracious to have his picture taken with me.  I asked him for an MP3 player to help me get through the cross trainer work out.  Hint hint.



At home, Werner made us some mulled wine to warm our toes.  I don't think it gets much better than this. 

2 comments:

Unknown said...

I am pretty sure you are not supposed to put your toes in the mulled wine. I know I am not drinking it if you do.

Sharon said...

Nah, the warm trickles down to the toes. But maybe we could try the more direct method next time.