Waiting for a Change in the Weather

We woke to rain and fog this morning. It had been forecast, and yes I should have finished painting Little Rosie yesterday, but by the time I got her half done, my back was sore. Sore from bending over, and there was a cool wind coming off the water that left my muscles a little less supple than I would have liked.

The weather plays a big role here on the south coast of Newfoundland. It's June and when its sunny without a breeze, it's time for a short sleeved T shirt. But, when a little breeze comes up, the air over the water is quickly cooled, and we need to reach for another layer, or maybe two.

For the first couple of days we were here, we had sunshine, and everyone was outside cleaning this and fixing that. Then the other morning we woke to fog, and we couldn't see Cains Island at the mouth of the harbour. Rose Blanche was a quieter place in the fog, everyone was laying low; no one was out or about. By 10 AM or so, the fog started to lift, Cains Island had come back into view, and the village started to come alive. My spirits were boosted as I anticipated the sun breaking through. However, within the hour, the fog rolled back in, and Cains Island was gone again. Cains came and went without schedule, and the fog set the rhythm of the day.

Even though its June, there's still patches of snow around. We can only imagine Rose Blanche in the winter. Though from accounts, its damp, there's a fair amount of snow, and lots of wind.

I envision the winter winds sloshing the harbour ice against the rocky shore. Gusts would drive snow across the harbour waters causing Cains Island to disappear and reappear with regularity. And oh, the dampness, the dampness would chill us to the bone. So we'd just hunker down inside and wait. We'd watch and wait for a change in the weather.

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