We Call It Springter Here At Bungalow'56

I had Big BIG plans for my blog today.

I was going to write about how thankful I was that spring had finally arrived.

It was going to be one of my best posts yet.

All happy and funny and lighthearted.

Little birds were going to be chirping as you read it.  

...it was that good.

Oh, and you should have seen the pictures I was going to take during my morning walk.

They were breathtaking.  Beautiful tree buds just beginning to open and I even spotted a few tulips in my neighbour's yard that I was going to shoot in macro.  

Just the memory of what I had planned gives me goose bumps.

I was going to be dressed in a floral circa 50's dress with Keds, just in case you were wondering.

But unfortunately I had a little set back.  Nothing too big, just the usual up here in Northern Canada.  

Don't you worry your sun screened noses or your pretty little sun hat covered heads.

Just go along with your day as though nothing has happened.  Don't even give it a second thought.

Even though I had to look for my children's winter jackets and boots this lovely May morning, don't let it concern you even a teensy bit.   

Just watch those flip flops now while I brush this off.  

Oops, I'm so sorry. That must have been cold...

I made every effort to stay warm,  but I still caught a chill, and I'm afraid I won't be able to write that post now...

I wasn't able to sit at the computer as I had planned.

I think I may have gotten a little frost bite on my fanny. 

Can I say fanny?  

I won't offend anyone will I?  

Fanny?

Unless of course I have a reader by the name of Fanny, and then, well... this would be awkward.

How about Behind.  A little frost bite on my Be hind. 

There, that's better.

Socially correct. 

And all that time I was only worried about my fingers.

Unfortunately they too, were stiff from the cold this morning.

Despite my best mittened efforts all I could do was wrap my hands around a hot cup of cocoa today, and just hope that under the current conditions I will be able to continue blogging tomorrow.

Who knows, we may be snowed in for a while?  

One can't be too sure out here on the cold front of Canada....anything can happen during Springter.

I'll be sure to keep in touch.  

I may have to send my next post via dog sled.  But don't you worry, I won't let the weather get the best of me.  

Living out here isn't for the faint of heart.

I'll be fine.   I've endured far worse and lived to blog about it.  

I have my Baileys and my Roger Whittaker albums.  And when I get tired of those I'll just go out and make some Snow Angels.

hmmm...I hope I remembered to wax the kid's ski's.  I knew there was something I forgot to put on my "Spring" to do list.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to turn up my record player.  Roger is waiting for me.

Six White Boomers,  Ssssnow White Boomers...

     xo