“The RoseBouquet”

Do certain kinds of weather bother you?

I generally don’t dwell on it much since it’s out of my control, but yesterday when Dad and I were in the city, he complained several times that the fog was making him feel depressed. I’d mentioned various times that we needed new windshield wipers and yesterday he wanted to know where we could buy them. Canadian Tire, of course.

He managed to get one changed before we headed home and he remarked on how the fog had lifted. The lights were brighter. I said, “Dad, that’s because you have a clean windshield now on your side.” Later on the way home we ran into some real fog.

Around here, people cheer each other up when they see fog by saying, “Guess that means in 100 days we’ll have rain.” I don’t know if anyone has ever studied this to prove it, but farmer types like to figure out if that will come before or after seeding time.

Dad and I agreed that it sure does make the trees look lovely with all that thick layer of hoarfrost on it. In fact, the whole prairie horizon turns a pristine white, and when the sun finally shines on it all - oh the glittering diamonds everywhere!