This is what 5:30 AM looks like from my sun room window. I took this shot a couple of weeks ago when, uncharacteristically, I was awake that early. I am not an early morning person. Mid morning, I’m great. But now that I’m retired, I don’t see 6:00 in the morning much anymore. Unless I can’t sleep. Or unless Hubby and I are both up and packing the car for a road trip.
|Dawn on the Rideau, Mid March|
That’s what we were doing a couple of days ago. Up with the chickens, or in our case, with the Canada geese, and the very persistent cardinal who lives in our backyard. I didn’t get a shot of the sunrise that morning. We were too busy packing the car, making a travel mug of tea, hooking up the GPS and… whoo hooo… heading for the open road.
We’re heading south for a couple of weeks. In search of spring, some warmer weather, and some rest and relaxation. It’s been a weird winter. I mean… on Christmas Eve we walked in the woods in sunshine and temperatures of +17 Celsius. Really.
|Weirdly warm walk on Christmas Eve|
So, you see, winter this year hasn’t been all that long. It just feels that way. We were ecstatic when we finally had snow, and good skiing in January. We’d planned to get away for a few days skiing, but that didn’t pan out. Thaws, freeze-ups, rain followed by plummeting temperatures and the resulting layers of ice totally wrecks the ski trails.
|Cold morning on the river, January 22|
I had a taste of spring in February, when I was home in New Brunswick visiting my mum. Lots of rain and then glorious sunny days like this one, had me roaming the fields on the old farm, wading mud in the fields, and drowning in nostalgia.
|February “spring” at home on the farm|
It’s not been a bad winter. Hubby’s physio is progressing, albeit slowly. I’ve been doing art classes with a few friends; that’s been great. Going to physio myself for my back, not great, but not bad. Making important decisions… you know, about big issues… like my hair.
But it seems like a long, long time since we stopped skiing. And since then, too much rain, freezing rain, sloppy snowfalls, and grey weather. Like this shot below. Taken the morning of March 23. When we should have been seeing signs of spring.
|View from my window on March 23|
So, we’re tired of waiting for spring, and we’re off in search of some warmth. Some interesting sights. And some good walking, hopefully. We’ve booked a few days in Charleston, South Carolina. Looking forward to that. And then, inspired by Bill Bryson’s book A Walk in the Woods, we’ve booked a cabin in the Smoky Mountains for a few more days. We hope to do some hiking and get a look at the Appalachian Trail.
And right now… we’re on the road again. And that blog post I’ve been working on about books, and women who write about women, will have to wait until I get home. I tried to finish it before we left, but I kept disappearing down one too many research rabbit holes, and what with packing, and spring shopping, well… you know.
So… yeah… we’re on the road. And blogging will be taking a back seat for the next couple of weeks. I hope you’ll bear with me.
|Charleston, South Carolina|
Ahhhh. Don’t those palm trees look marvelous? Especially since it’s been -10 at night in Ottawa since we left home. Looks like we started our road trip just in time.
What are you doing to jump-start spring?