Magie silencieuse

La neige est une substance magique. Et sa magie est silencieuse //
Snow is a magical substance. And its magic is silent.

I have already drew various pics related to today's Inktober prompt - "snow/neige" a few times. But what the hell, lets have another one.

I remember well that feeling when you wake up on a winter morning and everything seems a lot more quiet than normal. Means that overnight it snowed a lot. The cat is going to have a very quiet morning.

And he is hatless again, I must note.

Poor Min, poor Min, poor Min

She was the roughest, toughest frail

The Inktober prompt from today - frail - is kind of difficult again. While looking for an inspiration, I checked out the meanings of the word and was pleased to be reminded that one of them was simply "a woman". Minnie the Moocher came to mind and I did a little research. I sort of wish I didn't but well, here goes:

"Minnie "The Moocher" has died. She was a familiar figure In downtown Indianapolis. A 82-year-old woman whose real name was Minnie Gayton, she acquired the quaint nickname of "The Moocher" by regularly begging food from grocers and carting it off in a baby buggy. She slept in doorways, on porches and in garages. During the record-breaking blizzard, her body was found on a porch, blanketed with snow. She died from exposure"

So here she is, the toughest frail,  pushing her baby buggy full of food through the blizzard.

And to make somewhat French-er, the French equivalent is "frêle". Example of use from Michel Eyquem de Montaigne - La plus calamiteuse et frêle de toutes les créatures, c'est l'homme// The most unfortunate and frail of all creatures is the man.
 

Je n’aime pas conduire

Je n’aime pas conduire quand il neige // I don’t like to drive when it snows

That.

Transparent Language’s word of the day keeps turning to be wintry. And the combination of “snow” and “driving” in one sentence made me remember this particular bit of the road leading to the house where we lived in Finland. A few postboxes, little bridge, sharp turn left, then right and a steepish shortish up. I disliked driving this bit even in summer, but in winter I had to steel myself every time it was coming up.

Pictures related to winter, snow and Finland @ Shutterstock.

Un flocon

Tu as un flocon sur le bout du nez ! // You have a snowflake on your nose!

Today’s picture is straight from my “French word of the day” email. ’Tis the season to be jolly, etc. You know. “Jolly, with mistletoe and holly and other things ending in ’olly” (Terry Pratchett, Hogfather).

We are are nearly done with our pre-Christmas exams, and Thursday is the last day of classes before the break. We have already got about a hectare-of-amazonian-forest worth of papers each to study over Christmas, which I fully intend to do, of course.

The cat, as it happens, doesn’t have a visible nose. So this is probably your only chance to find out where his nose is supposed to be.

Pictures of snowflakes @ Shutterstock.

La neige me manque

Le froid ne me manque pas, ça c’est sûr. L'obscurité ne me manque pas. Mais la neige me manque. Esthétiquement.
// I do not miss the cold, that’s for sure. I do not miss darkness. But I miss the snow. Aesthetically.

This.

Pictures of snow @ Shutterstock.

Il neige

Il neige // It’s snowing

Just a small pic about snow and dark winter nights.

Pictures of snow @ Shutterstock.