It's snowing again this afternoon. The older Sprout is sick, tucked in bed. Emily and Jo are in town, skiing. Winter is still here contrary to what the calendar tells us. In previous years we enjoyed "The Big Melt" in early March. Not this year. Sigh.
To warm up my heart I've been going through my Lightroom catalogue looking at pics of our family vacation from the previous summer. One of the family's favourite vacation spots is Neys Provincial Park. This beautiful park, a former POW camp, is nestled in a large boreal forest on the north shore of Lake Superior. It has a wide, sandy beach strewn with pieces of driftwood great for building forts and other structures. The camping sites are private, the park quiet. Sunsets are beautiful. Once in a while a long train will wind its way slowly along the edge of the lake. Merlins swoop and dive, hunting prey and dragonflies.
I can smell supper cooking over the campfire and hear the crashing of waves on the beach just thinking about it.
Boy, this has been a long winter...
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