“The RoseBouquet”

I had to push and push on the door this morning when I wanted to go for my walk. Blowing snow and drifts everywhere! I got to the end of the driveway and found myself in drifts above my sorrel boots. I thought maybe I’d go walk on the street then. No, I could feel snow creeping in at the top of my books under my long cuffed blue jeans; I changed my mind and went back inside.

Hey, I even took pictures before I went out and when I came in. Although daylight isn’t very bright at all, I’ve taken a few more through the windows since breakfast. Want to see a Saskatchewan storm in progress? I can accommodate!

(All right. So it’s grown into a full-feature length photo story. You’ll find it in the Ruthe’s Roses further down).

When I phoned the specialist’s office last Thursday to ask about the delay I discovered that they were not treating Dad’s case as an emergency. The referring doctor had not stressed that, so they were scheduling him for March 13. I got Dad in to see our regular doctor the next day who quickly gave them a call to bump him up. He also did some checking himself with lights and mirrors and discovered that Dad does have a mass or growth beside his larynx.

This week we are waiting for a new and much sooner appointment, but today - we’re glad to stay put in our snug and warm house.