Hmmm, the following is a post I’d started writing a few days ago. It began with this little poem…( it still lacks a title)
Her maiden voyage
Leaves the sea harbor behind
Above all she sails
Arcing high above
Tiptoes light on mountain tops
Skimming she swoops down
On cold, arid land
Bears witness to icy touch
Winter’s harsh command
Her breath.. soft whispers
Teasing lifts your hair and hands
Gentle cheek caress
Spinning, she is gone
Scented air fills vacant space
Awaits her return
…Wondering who she is?
Then scroll on down…
Temperatures rise dramatically, snow melts to slush and the air is redolent with “spring”. Everyone rushes outside to stroll through parks and along our Bow River. This is the bridge to Edworthy Park.
There is usually a great arch of clouds spanning across our sky to the west, but gusting winds blew clouds in beautiful, sweeping formations.
The sun was setting and it was time to go home. I had the night to myself, so I poured out the rest of my husband’s 2005 W.H. Smith Maritime Vineyard Pinot Noir (Sonoma County) (shhhh!).
What better way to top off a most excellent day than to do just a little more Christmas baking…
Well… that was written last Wednesday… today my Chinook poem would have a completely different tone. Wind gusts have reached 120 km, roof tiles, fallen trees and debris are strewn around Calgary. I had to run around the yard to pick up planters and almost got blown away. Glass windows downtown have burst and shards litter the streets. Emergency response has closed our downtown core area.
My daughter is currently snowboarding high up on a mountain top in Sunshine Village… and I’m concerned about the possible road conditions when she drives home. Of course she just tells me to “Calm down”! I trust she’ll be fine… and shall distract my attention with a few of these…
Recipe courtesy of Whitewater Cooks (one of my favorites)
To print a copy, click here: Crackle Top Snowy Mountain Cookies