And then there was this week. Church was cancelled for the last too Sundays as the minister fell and broke an ankle and wrist and needed surgery, and anyway the roads were too dangerous to risk going out on except in an emergency.
Canadians and Americans in the north can be a hardy bunch and make the best of it all.
We can all learn to see beauty in all the seasons.
While we have been in survival mode and trying to keep warm, our son's dishwasher died. Then
the sump pump went. Today the geo-thermal pump started to squeal so it was turned off until the service man came. He says it is toast so he put us on backup electricity which is very expensive. We also have electric heaters upstairs and the fireplace is going full time.
We went out for a walk yesterday to the bridge and back, while admiring the beauty of after-the-freezing-rain.
I watched from inside as they slid down the hill into the creek in front of the house and Jacklyn began building a snow horse.
The Christmas Eve sunset was lovely just after 4:00.We had an early dinner of home made lasagne and rushed off to the Carols and Candles service.
Merry Christmas to all my blogger friends.
Keep those blogs coming please. When we get home next weekend I will do a memory blog of the highlights of these 20 days away from our wee house in British Columbia.
Somebody years ago lovingly stitched this sampler with the scripture about 'I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills.............' and hung it in the vestibule of the little white church in the cornfield near Russell, Ontario.