We continue our series of snapshots dedicated to blogfriends. But we begin at the beginning of the photos, all of which were shot on the same day. Today’s selection shows what we saw out the window when we woke up on the final morning of our three-day car trip to Saint John.
We had stayed at the Comfort Inn, our favourite motel (reasonable rates, consistent quality, usually accepts pets, lower floor has sliding glass door for quick potties ) . It had just begun to snow in Rivière-du-Loup when we had pulled up at 4 pm. The BIG SNOW. We had watched the weather channel that evening, in awe that we had driven just ahead of the closure of a long strip of the main (main? the only! ) highway.
When we had brought our luggage in through the sliding glass door before supper, the sidewalk was clear. We woke up to this:
This picture’s for you, Gina. I must tell you that the snow was light and fluffy, quite easy to brush off the car. It was, however, almost up to my knees, so I’m thinking of the view Mandy and Tuffy would have had (and Patrick and Jackson, if their mum is reading this) :
“Oh, Mama, you can’t be serious!”
But never fear, little puppies, rescue is at hand. Looking slightly to the right, we could see this scene:
Let’s zoom in a little, shall we? This one’s for Pennycat, who lo-oves tractors.
You can ignore the tarped-over cabin cruisers across the road if you’d like, Pennycat. Although the town of Rivière-du-Loup means “Wolf River” (romantic name!) , it is situated on a much larger river: the Saint Lawrence. Hence the boat store.
Okay, that’s straight ahead, to the right — what did we see on the left? Our room was at the far end of the building, so we were lucky to have a view of a shrubbery:
Not much of a photo or scene, with its flash on the window and pile of dirty snow. But this is Seabrooke‘s picture, and here’s why:
The wind was howling, the snow was swirling, and here she was, this little House Sparrow, riding the rocking branch and (I suppose) breakfasting on dried berries.