We have well over half a foot of snow out there, and it’s still coming down hard and fat/wet. Jane was going to get her blood test today, but I have a feeling we’re going to be shoveling, and the streets won’t be fun. I think she may go tomorrow!
UPDATE: the silly person decided to go today anyway, and had no idea the snow was deep. As in knee-deep. I had cooked her breakfast, at least the Canadian bacon part—she couldn’t eat it because she has a cholesterol test as part of her blood test—I don’t—so I ate it, rewarding myself for the driveway. I put on the rain suit (if you don’t live in the desert you should have one!) for warmth—they’re very warm if you’re kitted up for winter; no air gets in or out—
And I waded out, kicking a path through knee-deep powder, found the electric cord in the garage and proceeded to plow our little electric Toro through snow as tall as it is to clear a path at least the width of the Forester: over a foot in places, all the way through the berm the plows kicked up, to the street. Then I trekked back in, figuring well, maybe Jane’s getting the front—she often will do the other side of the house from where I’m working; but no, she’s kitted up to leave, and totally surprised to find out the snow was at all deep. If you’d tried to back the Forester out bumper deep, even all-wheel-drive might have fought for it, because that stuff is incredibly cold and slick. It was deep enough I couldn’t turn the blower, just dragged it back to the head of the row, cord and all, and headed down again, at least saving the petty labor of cranking the exit chute around. I have to blow all the snow to the south: otherwise it piles up in the direction from which traffic comes and blocks the view. So I did get a turn-in and the Forester’s path clear for her. And every time I’d have to step on the garage floor, which had gotten dusted with snow, it was slicker than the ice rink, no kidding.
But all’s well: she got to the lab—and then realized she’s an hour early! I tell you, it’s one of those days!
it’s spring here – the sun on my back was almost hot – the birds are busy; goldfinches whistling and zzzzing; the thrush muttering his subsong from the ivy in the sycamore; the bluetits having a go at enlarging the entrance hole in the tit box – they do it every year, I don’t know why but I could hear the tap tap as one of them pecks away at it. hellebores seem happy with their mulching – masses of big juicy flowers. more crocuses keep appearing out of the mulch; satiny purple and sunshine orange.
The usual spring storm down here; thunder, lightning, torrential rain all moving NE up I-44 as per usual. And I had an appointment right in the middle of the worst of it!
Lots of rain is on its’s way….possibly mixed with snow later. Heavy snow in northern NE. Rain is good because it will melt some of the ice, bad because everything is still frozen and run off will cause flooding. It’s the weather, what can you do? 😉
We had a thunderboomer roll through early this a.m.; lightning woke us up! We need the rain, so I won’t complain, but I’d like a little less vog, please.
Freezing rain expected tonight turning to snow around midnight and 5-7 inches by morning. I’m ready for Spring!
It’s giving us 24 hours of ‘blowing snow’—snow is seeming to fall, however, and it is a grey sky. Then we get 24 hours of clear and cold as the hinges of hell. Then we get a week of snowfall daily. Here comes Snowpocalypse!
Jane looked out and observed no clear water in the pond—and no circle where the heater is. I went out and discovered the heater was unplugged—probably since the Electrical Event last week. It’s not been that cold, however—until tonight, when it will be -3, and tomorrow night, when it’s -8. Jane shoveled her way to the pond edge and scraped the snow off and I plugged the heater in.
Well, my theory about the groundhog having a different point of view for my neck of the woods is proving true… Its trying to snow here at the beach. Driving home from work at 6:30 there were slushflakes (snowdrops?) splatting on the windshield. I know, to most of the country that would get a big whoop. But we just don’t GET snow here on the southern Oregon Coast more than once or twice a winter, and our daffies and plum-blossoms are already DONE for the year.
Sigh.
I hear via the weather channel that snow is expected in San Francisco………..huh? 8)
We lucked out weatherwise for a change. It was all north of us, which is as it should be. Often our weather is closer to Louisville, KY, than Indianapolis, which is closer. Maybe it has to do with the glacier stopping right in our area. We have hills and valleys here rather than the flat plains farther north. Anyway, while schools were closed up there we got less than an inch which is melting away already. Keeping fingers crossed it is the last snow of the season. I am so ready for my daffodils.