Thursday, November 20, 2014

Monkey of Weather.

Oh the weather out there is frightful and the fire is so
delightful and since we have no where to go
 Let it snow let it snow let it snow.

Toronto has always had this dry cold that goes through
 all your clothing but even it is complaining about
this recent cold streak . Here in BC its also cold albeit it
without all this snow we see in Buffalo and New York.
Monkey of a weather .
One doesn't know what to make of it.

But I remember opening up the front door in Montreal
to a wall of about 5 feet of snow. It was so exciting!
We'd put on our boots and go out to play and shovel.
I don't remember anyone complaining. It was a chance
 to meet your neighbors, wave, say hello and help out.
Our fingers were frozen and our cheeks were rosy but spirits
were always high.

Snow was a part of our life and if you couldn't clean the street
you'd walk to the bus stop to go to work cause the main streets
were looked after well, and we'd let the bus worry about
getting you to

Snow ball fun was always in the midst of it all. And what better way
to clean up snow than rolling out snow men.
Beats using a shovel any day.
Every street with kids was full of  snow forts with holes to peak out of
and hide in to have a nice snack in.
and if you had snow this means the park rinks were open and we
 walked there and back in our skates to those.
Life was simple and fun. We took things as they came and over
 came hard ships without much of a to do and if we knew some old people lived
next door we'd help them out as well.

Nights were the best time of all to enjoy this gift from the heavens
since all this whiteness turned into a wonderland of glossy hard heavy
snow. It was an unforgettable sight and so enjoyable to behold.

My parents always fed the birds since it was impossible for them to get anything
in winter otherwise and we did not have to go far to see little feet
that pitter pattered all around the food dish. They left traces which led us to dream
that fairies lived under the bushes and in trees of our neighborhood.
All Gods' wonder was alive and well and cleansed by this  gift of snow, which
later melted and swept away layers of history we did not need to remind us
of the bad things that happened that year.
It all began fresh and young with the New Year.

So I always loved the changing seasons and looked forward to them all.
They made sense of life where it was clear that there really is a time under heaven

Ecclesiastes 3

There is a time for everything,
    and a season for every activity under the heavens:
     a time to be born and a time to die,
    a time to plant and a time to uproot,   
  a time to kill and a time to heal,
    a time to tear down and a time to build,   
 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance,  
   a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
    a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,   
  a time to search and a time to give up,
    a time to keep and a time to throw away,   
  a time to tear and a time to mend,
    a time to be silent and a time to speak,   
  a time to love and a time to hate,
    a time for war and a time for peace.

Everything is set up so beautifully and eternal in the human heart and soul.
It makes what ever comes , so meaningful joyful and painful so as to
make every moment worth seeing, knowing and living .
This is why all life is so precious and must be given the greatest honor.

The Monkey knows. lol

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