The Sixth Day of May

Yesterday on our walk home from voting in the provincial election I took this really bad phone photo of a beautiful tree covered in white blossoms. What happened to those flowers? At least you can see how green everything is. Or was. I will get to that.

Then I look a VIDEO of some yellow and red tulips. You will have to trust me when I tell you they were lovely. But they just stood there doing nothing, so the video was boring and I deleted it. Stupid phone with its little buttons.

The election results last night were surprising, to say the least, but very, very gratifying for the gazillions of people who have voted ‘other than P.C.’ for years and years with no hope in hell of changing anything. And yeah, that would include me. The Conservatives did not even make official opposition, and the NDP party has a majority. We were so over due for a change. Let’s hope it’s a good one.

Well before Christmas last year W took his truck to a guy who does body work to have his rusted fenders and things worked on. Obviously I’m fuzzy on the details. What I do know is that he was told to take his time, keep it as long as he wanted, there was no hurry to get it done. Six months later we finally have the truck back and W can stop driving my car.


This is our garage yesterday, with a big empty space on the left where the truck parks. W is out driving it somewhere. And there’s my car, barricaded behind many heavy things. It’s so wonderful to have it all to myself again. ย What the hell??


And this! THIS is this morning, taken from my kitchen window, because I’m not going out in THIS. It started snowing around midnight and hasn’t stopped. Yep, we often get snow in May. It will all be gone in a day or two, but that doesn’t make it any less annoying. I wonder how those tulips are doing.

And W has gone off to his appointment to get the summer tires put on his truck.

Gawd I love this place.

35 thoughts on “The Sixth Day of May

  1. I can only speak of Wyoming tulips–a state somewhat south of you–but when I lived in the Rocky Mountain West, springtime meant tulips and snow. In other words, the tulips prevailed, ultimately. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Great post, as always.

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    • I guess we have some pretty hardy plant life here. Today the snow has all melted off the trees and they’re lovely and green again like it was no big deal. It looks rather bizarre with snow still left on the ground.

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  2. A fun post. Ah, the travails of weather. It’s one thing that none of us have control over whatsoever. I think that’s why it continues to intrigue, annoy, and excite us. And fortunately, it changes.


  3. I don’t even want to contemplate May snow as a possibility in science fiction novels, let alone in real places where real people live. So I’m just going to pretend that particular picture up there in your post is actually of the tulips. The serene, prettypretty, no-snow-here-no-siree-bob tulips.

    And all is again right with the world…

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  4. A post full of interest and trees with camera shy blossom, stiff still tulips, weird weather and elections. Sounds just like home even the barge looks kind of familiar. xxxx


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