Let the Snow Games Begin!

It's Thanksgiving weekend here in the frozen north. Although we're not frozen yet, we are having our first snowfall. And, it's a little too soon for my liking. I know snow is pretty enough if you're watching it from the inside out. But it's a little chilly if you reverse that look. I don't think my crows are too thrilled. Although I did tell the crazy little murder of three that they should head south now. All the rest headed south weeks ago. I'm not sure what this group is about. Maybe they like snow?

Shrug.

I don't know about you but if I had wings to fly me as far south as I wanted to go - and no baggage at all, well... I'm not sure if there's much of a choice. I hear Panama is a cool place to see and Argentina might be up for a tourist or two. There's a ton of places down there that I've never seen. 

Yep it's all about the weather on the prairies - again! Today is the first snow day of the upcoming winter. Pre-Halloween, pre-fall clean up, pretty much pre everything. The birds were out early before the snow. Obviously they have better forecasting methods than do I. Although I must say, today I didn't go outside. Instead, today I worked on my heroine's current dilemma, a killer who may have her in his sights while her vision is impaired by the man she seems to be falling for. 

Here's today's view. The snow spun into action about 01300 hours and is still going strong. 

The first snow of the 2025/2026 season:

The adventure begins today!

Ryshia

What a Tangled Web...

The leaves are only budding on the trees and the weather teases, with warm days and chilly nights. The temperature creeps up and then it creeps down. Nothing is reliable in this interim period between summer and winter officially known as spring. It's a place where the chill of winter languishes in patches longer than expected.

Spring on the prairies. What does that mean exactly? It's a tangled web of weather uncertainty - rather like the beginnings of a suspense, nothing is for sure.

Nothing for sure except the fact that the last bank of snow in the back yard officially melted to nothing less than a week ago. The birds have been diving at bird feeders for weeks now and a sparrow has taken charge of the bird house. The crows arrived for an early visit and then flew off - destination unknown.

Today, a ratty looking squirrel with a patch of fur missing from an obvious mating spat, arrives on the deck with a hopeful look. I feed him a peanut or two - and possibly the attacker as well, when another appears shortly after. It's a divisive job this occasional feeding of squirrels for there's those that agree and those that disagree.. But I can't help it, for even in the city, living in the so-called wild, isn't easy.

Anyway, enough city wilderness philosophy. It's time to get back to writing where ironically I'm going to put my heroine and hero in the most uncomfortable situation I can come up with. And no, unlike the squirrels, I won't be providing food or shelter. They have to come out of that on their own. Okay, I'll offer them a route to safety right after I throw them into a pit of danger.

the adventure begins today!

Ryshia

www.ryshiakennie.com