Waiting at Lake Pelletier

Do you ever feel that your life is made up of a lot of "Waitings"?

We wait for the light to change, we wait for children to come home, we wait for the weekend, we wait in the grocery line, we wait to find out if we got a job we applied for, we wait at the doctors office, we wait in the bank line, we wait for our kids to be toilet trained, we wait for supper to cook and it goes on and on and on......

Westster Dictionary's meaning of waiting is.." remaining inactive in one place while expecting something to happen; to look forward expectantly; to be ready and available.

When February arrives in Saskatchewan it brings lots of waitings for many of us.....

These are some of them for me today....


Waiting for the hills to turn green again so this picture can look a bit like the picture at the top of this blog

Waiting for Fester the Pheasant to turn and look at me so I can get his full profile.

Waiting for the trees to begin to leaf out and turn green again and drop their sticky sap on our deck and car..(did I actually say that???)

Waiting for the ice to melt on the road so I can quit walking like I am 90 years old, with knees bent and stick in hand, and trying to keep up to his highness while we do our daily walks.


Waiting for the 8 - 10 wild cats to leave and move on to greener pastures and give me back my deck. It is a long story of kids domesticating wild kittens last summer, then leaving in late August and we becoming the recipients of hungry eyes peering at us. We even borrowed an insulated dog house with 150 watts of lights to keep them warm when it was minus 35 and have so far gone through 6 -10K bags of cat food plus leftovers, and canned cat food. I really hoped that natue would take its course and other starving animals would do what nature intended but that did not happen and soon I am sure there will be more kittens. We have even paid $100 to take some of the tame ones to the SPCA .

Waiting for the ice fisherman to get off my lake and go back home. I really don't hate the ice fisherman, actually don't even know any of them, but it just seems awfully foolish to me to sit in a little shack with a stove in it for hours on end and maybe catch little fish that are too small to eat and too hard to clean, when they can go to Safeway and get much better stuff. Oh I know, they all socialize out there and solve all the world problems.... but do they really need to clutter up my view.

And I wait for warm weather, so my family can return to their cottage and two little munchkins can walk down to see Grandma and help her water her flowers again, and come July my other grandchildren can come from Winnipeg to enjoy the freedom of lake life where things are much simpler than life in the city.

But right now I will sit and stare my seed catalogues with all the great pictures of beautiful flowers and dream of spring and my tulips peeking through the warm soil while I wait for my bread to cook and I can at least smell and sniff it as I eat my cottage cheese and V-8 juice..