Posted by Val Fox on November 16, 2014 at 4:00 PM
Winter is cold here on The Island too. It is a damp cold. I'm glad I brought my down-filled jacket. When the wind blows, it knocks out power lines and tree branches litter the autumn ground.
Logging trucks roar past every day, all day.
The sun peeks over the eastern mountains later than near the coast, then shines low to the south until it vanishes in the afternoon behind the western mountain and soon I am in inky darkness. Like the prairie, dry and clear means cold. Rain means wet and bone-chilling icyness.The rains are expected to return on November 19 - Sheila Hollihan's birthday and the anniversary of my mother's death. I'll do something nice to celebrate them both.
Everything is different and I am completely out of my comfort zone. I patiently wait to see how things will look in the spring. In the meantime, What will I create?
The forest is ever green on Vancouver Island.
Find ways to earn extra money, keep stacking the wood in the shed and gather the debris from last week's storm. Rain expected to roll in by Wednesday.
Keep working on the novel I am writing for this year's NaNoWriMo challenge. It must be complete by November 30, and I am behind. Some painful circumstances led me here and sometimes my heart is heavy with loss. Then, I pick myself up and get busy.
I am determined. Change is good. I watch for the miracles, and am thankful.
I am determined.
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