It is getting ridiculous! I walk the dog and find myself, fingers muffled by mittens, counting out five – seven – five! Not only in English but in French! What have you done to me, Sarah Potter? I admit that I was warned that haikus could become addictive.
‘Tis true! For goodness sakes, I even have one prepared for when spring arrives, for real, in my neck of the woods. Yes, the calendar says it’s Spring but frankly, when the mercury is hovering around the -20ºC mark, I find it a tad difficult to get into the mood, if you know what I mean. No, you folk in the UK and southern States have no clue what I’m talking about but those of you in the north-eastern States and Quebec (obviously) and definitely in the Maritimes, know of what I speak. There are no crocuses popping up, nor rhubarb, nor buds of any kind to be seen. Vast expanses of snow? Plenty of that!
So, rather than stay indoors, in the warmth of my house, I trekked outside with Zeke, dressed like an Inuit and traipsed about my town, snapping pictures, capturing anything that took my fancy. Frankly, it was a most gorgeous day today: the blue sky, the few fluffy clouds, the crisp air ~ might as well enjoy it, eh? I was feeling particularly happy and peaceful, a true sense of life is good. Can’t explain it. And don’t for a second think I am NOT looking forward to ditching the boots, mitts, scarves and other winter paraphernalia! Bring on da flip-flops! Till then, enjoy my attempts at both French and English haiku today…
Skating rink is closed
No more skating for children
Spring is on its way