So, here I was, just as daylight was coming over the horizon, up on the roof laughing at myself. The chimney needed cleaning so nothing for it but to do it myself. The reason for my laughter was that I realized how I must look. Holding the long chimney brush with an old ragged jacket belonging to himself, full of burn holes from being around bonfires and full of spruce gum and murr from the wood and heaven only knows what else, with an old toque on the head and big old boots on, standing on the roof. The jacket being way too big, hanging down to my knees and over sized gloves. Thinking back to when I use to be a bit of a fashionista, I couldn't help but laugh at myself.
I had been back in the city once again for another week because another incident happened to himself and he was once again on life support. Thankful it was only for a couple of days. It's been a dreadful time for all involved. He is now starting to get his voice back and each day I saw a tiny difference for the good. He's very weak and not eating much. They are trying to exercise him now a little step at a time but it's going to be some time before he's anyway near normal. He's been moved from the Cardiac Care Unit and is now in the Special Care Unit where I can talk to him on the phone a couple of times a day.
Yesterday we had a snowfall. About six inches fell so this morning the deck had to be shoveled and I had to get the snow off the wood to bring it inside. Fortunately it's been covered with tarpaulins but still, had to get the snow off those. Then put wood in the sleigh and haul it down to the house, take it off the sleigh and bring it inside. I'll be so glad when this winter is over. I've heard that we are to have 25 cm of the white stuff on Friday but fingers crossed that they are wrong.
So, with thoughts of spring and summer in my mind, here's a picture of some of my roses.