Post by Village Idiot on Nov 29, 2015 21:05:55 GMT -5
Several years ago a woman I worked with said she and her husband were taking vacation time to visit their daughter, who had married a dairy farmer whose place is on the east coast of Norway. It was January. January?
She showed me pictures when they returned, and I was quite surprised. Instead of a desolate and white winter wasteland, what I saw was a surprisingly tepid climate, with green grass and kids running around in fairly light jackets. It reminds me of our late November this year.
Sure we had a snow but it melted quickly and the short grass in the yard and in the timber where the cattle kept it short all summer is still a bright green. On a sunny day and a lot of imagination it can look like summer out there except someone yanked out the trees, shook all the dirt off their roots and stuck them back in the ground upside down. And instead of a buzzard circling lazily in the sky, a bald eagle soars over the hills, making its way to the unfrozen river. And the sounds of the songbirds aren't there, unless you count the honking of Canada geese as music from songbirds.
Like I said, it takes a lot of imagination to make it look like summer out there, but as long as the grass stays green I can pretend a little. It won't last, but I'd sure hope it would all winter.
She showed me pictures when they returned, and I was quite surprised. Instead of a desolate and white winter wasteland, what I saw was a surprisingly tepid climate, with green grass and kids running around in fairly light jackets. It reminds me of our late November this year.
Sure we had a snow but it melted quickly and the short grass in the yard and in the timber where the cattle kept it short all summer is still a bright green. On a sunny day and a lot of imagination it can look like summer out there except someone yanked out the trees, shook all the dirt off their roots and stuck them back in the ground upside down. And instead of a buzzard circling lazily in the sky, a bald eagle soars over the hills, making its way to the unfrozen river. And the sounds of the songbirds aren't there, unless you count the honking of Canada geese as music from songbirds.
Like I said, it takes a lot of imagination to make it look like summer out there, but as long as the grass stays green I can pretend a little. It won't last, but I'd sure hope it would all winter.
