With a light dusting of snow, the park and the river looked especially magical this morning. Somehow I can appreciate it all the more, knowing this warmer weather is supposed to last for a stretch. (-4c without any wind is quite bearable).
I’ve never really spent much time thinking about the many nuances of white … I love how the snow-covered branches looked against the snowy ground. (pictured above)
There was so much quiet beauty surrounding me today. When the wind is blowing, as it often does on the prairies, these moments are rare.
I love the willows and the way their seed-ladened branches arch over the frozen river. (pictured here)
Lytton, the big, brown dog (pictured below), romped about in his usual enthusiastic manner. I think he’s trying to perfect his version of a snow angel. This is where he thrives. Today, he was far more interested in following scents than in playing with the few other dogs we encountered.
I have started going for more frequent and longer walks now and am glad to be back at the gym. Inexplicably, my regular gym days ended around last April, right around the time that I began poking about in my dirt patch. Between gardening and blogging, my trips to the gym went by the wayside.
It felt good to be back – important, too, because I need to build up my strength for gardening and fight against the effects of ankylosing spondylitis. The thing with any form of inflammatory arthritis is that it causes fatigue and pain – and who really wants to exercise when a big chair and a hot-water bottle look far more appealing?
It’s finding a balance I can live with. We all have challenges in our lives and learning how to live well despite them is what seems to me the important thing.
Let the beauty of what you love,
be what you do — Rumi —
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