Fractured Quotes

Spring has actually sprung in our neck of the woods. Nothing more than a few minor patches of snow remain. And in the course of just two days, our lake went from a frozen grey-white mass to a gently-lapping, joyously-waving basin of brilliant blue beauty. Grass has begun turning perceptibly green and yesterday, a few clumps of pretty, purple crocus flowers appeared outside our kitchen door.

Bye-bye winter. Don't let the spring door hit you on your way out!

The photos below, go back to a bit earlier in the year - when we still had the white stuff.  Before too long,  I should have actual spring pictures to show you - just like the rest of North America but for now, these will have to do.

I semi-regularly do a blog post with quotes which I enjoy putting together. This one is a bit different.

All of the quotes are from books and/or movies but most of them have been somewhat fractured to fit the images. I hope you enjoy my mis-quotes. And hopefully the photos also.




All right, Mr. DoeMille, I'm ready for my close-up. (Sunset Boulevard)






May the Moose be with you. (Star Wars)






Nobody puts Skitty in a corner. (Dirty Dancing)






Here's looking at you, Red. (Casablanca)






It was the best of climbs. It was the worst of climbs. (A Tale of Two Cities)






Or is that.. A Tail of Two Kitties?






As God is my witness, I'll never do laundry again. (Gone With the Wind)







It was dove at first sight. (Catch-22)






Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives eggstraordinary. (Dead Poets Society)






Frankly, my deer, I don't give a damn. (Gone With the Wind)






Call me Fishmail. (Moby Dick)

Thanks for indulging me. More photos coming up soon.

Whatever A Blue Jay Feels

Quotes about bluejays by Mark Twain

There's more to a bluejay than any other creature.





He has got more moods, and more different kinds of feelings than other creatures; and mind you, whatever a bluejay feels, he can put into language.





And no mere commonplace language, either, but rattling, out-and-out book talk - and bristling with metaphor, too - just bristling!





Now I've never heard a jay use bad grammar but very seldom.





And when they do, they are as ashamed as a human.





They shut right down and leave.





A jay will lie, a jay will steal, a jay will deceive, a jay will betray.





And four times out of five, a jay will go back on his solemnest promise.





The sacredness of an obligation is a thing which you can't cram into no bluejay's head.





Now, on top of all this, there's another thing; a jay can out-swear any gentleman in the mines.





And there's yet another thing; in the one little particular of scolding - just good, clean, out-and-out scolding - a bluejay can lay over anything, human or divine.





Yes, sir, a jay is everything that a man is.





A jay can cry, a jay can laugh, a jay can feel shame, a jay can reason and plan and discuss.





A jay likes gossip and scandal.


 


A jay has got a sense of humor, a jay knows when he is an ass just as well as you do - maybe better. It ain't any use to tell me a bluejay hasn't got a sense of humor, because I know better.

Thanks for indulging me with my collection of blue jay photos with accompanying Mark Twain quotes. I think I got them all out of my system. At least until their next flurry of activity.

A Soft White Damn

The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.

~e.e. cummings

As in many parts of this continent, we were reported to have had the worst winter in a very long time. It was cold and it was snowy. And I hesitate to speak of that in the past tense. It may not be over yet. Below are a few photos from a snowfall we had in March.


As if there wasn't already enough snow burying the land, the clouds blew in across the lake and dumped some more of the white stuff on us.





Yes, a winter wonderland is lovely to look at, but it was supposed to be spring, for goodness sake! Still, I have to admit that it has its fine moments nonetheless.





Just a few days earlier, we were beginning to see the roads reappear as the sunnier days melted some of their icy covering. This is my turnaround point on my walks with Benny. It usually takes about 45 minutes to complete our stroll.





Speaking of the little guy, he lives for a snowy day. When the shovels come out, he needs to be nearby to attack a shovelful of snow, so that we find ourselves re-doing the same area over and over again. He watches for us to make a move and then sabotages our work this way all the time.





When he's not biting and pulling at the shovel, he's barking at us to toss the snow over the deck so he can kill it down there.





And if we're not complying, he looks elsewhere for snow chunks so that we can toss them for him to chase.





I snapped this on a drive-by on our way into a nearby town. The kids had built a snow wall and were having a snowball fight. At least someone aside from Benny is loving the white stuff.





At the end of the day, I have to admit that no matter the month, it's still a pretty sight to see. The beauty of the pink dusk is impossible to deny.





And it brings these lovelies out to feed - and I never tire of seeing them.





Come morning, the fresh March snow awakens with a blush of colour and I have to admit that it looks just right.

This was a few weeks ago. Currently, most of the snow has melted and even the lake has begun turning to liquid at the shoreline. There might be hope for spring yet.

More photos coming up soon.

Rufus the Red and Posts of the Week

He's one of our favourite visitors around here.


Rufus the Red Squirrel.





Well, we assumed there was just one of him, until one day, Frank went outside to scoop up some seed to scatter for the birds, and he noticed him working away at creating this hole in the container which housed food for the birds and deer.





He shooed him off and was about to bring the container indoors when out popped another little red head and he scurried off like the first one.





So, there are at least two of these cuties around but we tend to call them both Rufus since they've never been seen together since.




Hopefully though, one of them is a Rufette. It would be kind of nice to see some wee ones skittering about.

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And now, without further delay, here are the Posts of the Week. The icon below is yours for the taking if your blog post is named as a POTW.

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A GOOD READ

Touching
by Tabor
at  One Day at a Time

I Found This Bunny For You
by Chicken
at The Chicken's Consiglier

Taking Time to Pay Respect
by Jim
at Suldog

Will Searches for Cursive Documents Top Lady Gaga?
by Slamdunk
at Slam Dunks

Re-Take
by Pauline
at Writing Down the Words

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PHINE PHOTOGRAPHY

Puffin
by Bob
at Birds and Nature in the Forest of Dean

My New Neighbour
by Dianne
at Do You See What I See?

The Stealthy Fishing Bird
by Daniel
at The Pixel Collective

An Assortment
by Keith
at Holdingmoments

Childhood Revisited
by Karen and her husband
at Spokalulu

Celebrate a Brand New Day
by Nortehanon
at Daydream Believer

Lunar Eclipse
by Karen
at What Karen Sees

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JUST PLAIN ALL AROUND GOOD

Buddy No More...
by Jackie
at Teacher's Pet

Today is Autism Awareness Day
by Linda
at Ye Olde Crones Gazette

Blissfully Unaware
by Slamdunk
at Slam Dunks

White Pelicans
by Steve
at Out on the Prairie


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YOU'LL SAY "AWWWW"

I Hope She Said Yes
by Daryl
at Through My Eyes

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Thank you

Orange You Glad?

Are you sick of my sunrise photos yet? Nah, I didn't think so. Even if you are, I have more to share so you'll all just have to soak it up. Get your dose of Vitamin D and enjoy.



Welome to the sunny corner of the kitchen - at least it is when the sun breaks free from the night and shines into our east facing windows.





Have a glass of orange juice to kickstart your morning. Along with the sun's Vitamin D, you get your dose of Vitamin C. Orange you glad you stopped by?





Ahh still life. A bowl of fruit warmed by the early morning golden sunbeams of dawn.





Even Skitty glows in this early morning light.






Let's have a look outside where that sunrise is happening. It's hiding just behind that tree branch.






And bathes the still-icy lake with amber intensity.

More photos in a few days.

Skittles on Moving Day

So this was moving day, last November.


Skitty, being the ever-present doglike cat that he is, was watching closely as the last of my belongings were packed up and disassembled.






Sometimes he watched very closely.






He's not all that easily impressed (he a cat, after all), and at times he was rather bored with the whole process.





Until my bedroom emptied out around him. My bed was taken apart and there was nothing all that recognizable in the room any more.





Then he showed a little bit of attitude. Just who taught that cat to give the finger like that, Alex?




Ultimately, all was well with both felines. They eventually settled into the new place, each taking their spot on the basement sofa. Sweet dreams, guys.

More photos coming up soonish.