Perhaps that’s a bit of an overstatement. The Bohemian Waxwings were definitely flocking, and singing, but I require verification that they were in any way, rhapsodic. It’s just not that kind of day. Edmonton receives 2,299 hours of sunshine per year, making it one of the sunniest, if not the sunniest cities in Canada. It’s what keeps us from becoming homicidal maniacs during winter. However, not only is the melt on hold, the sun seems reluctant to show it’s bright face. Endless days of gloom. Have I set the scene yet? It was a useful walk, and maybe even an enjoyable one, but as for visuals, I’ve seen better. I love a winterscape more than just about anything else, but c’mon. A change of scenery would be most welcome.
Because we’ve had a few days of delicious warmth, there is exposed ice everywhere, especially on the sidewalks. The river valley is still OK, but I was not surprised to see a chunk of central Mill Creek closed due to flooding. Weirdly, the water is open in many places. It’s been hovering around -5C for about a week, so this seems unlikely. In any case, it was nice to hear some gurgling. Lots of friendly doggage on the trails too, which is always cheering.
With my infrequent walking of late, I’ve noticed that I’m seizing up like cashew. I mean, I’m walking, but not walking walking. Not my usual marathons. My body liked the exercise, I think, and now it’s rebelling. I don’t know what it is. I’ve been under the weather, literally and figuratively, for months. Hopefully some blue sky and sunshine will help. Early spring is a slog. It was ever thus, at least in these parts.