When I went to bed last Saturday, it was still snowing a little bit. When I woke up and went outside the following Sunday, it was hard to imagine the snow would last a week it was so warm and sunny.
In this photograph you might catch a light sense of motion as a big wallop of snow falls out of a tree. Or you might not catch that, but it's happening.
The nice thing about the relatively warm weather was that nothing got iced over or slippery. When I eventually drove to the grocery store the issue wasn't slippery roads as much as downed trees and lots of them. Because the snow was prolific and struck before all the trees and thought it time to shed their leaves, the extra weight of the snow caused some major damage. While S. had a generator, the majority of folks didn't have power from Saturday afternoon to Wednesday evening - maybe even Thursday, I'm not quite sure.
Already the snow was melting its way off roofs.
Drip.
But the trees still had a fair coat in place.
It's like those little bunny hill courses for skiers, only the skiers in this instance would have to be very small mice or insects. What do you call those hills? Moguls!
Here, however, the look of the green and the snow suggested that this was the beginning of spring - of green pushing through the slowly melting build up of a long winter. I wish that was the case. I kept on getting this strange misplaced sense of spring as I drove along the country roads, a healthy stream of melting snow water again making me think that in a couple of days we'd be seeing crocuses and daffodils. Alas.
The pumpkin flowers didn't do terribly well after the storm.
In this photograph you might catch a light sense of motion as a big wallop of snow falls out of a tree. Or you might not catch that, but it's happening.
The nice thing about the relatively warm weather was that nothing got iced over or slippery. When I eventually drove to the grocery store the issue wasn't slippery roads as much as downed trees and lots of them. Because the snow was prolific and struck before all the trees and thought it time to shed their leaves, the extra weight of the snow caused some major damage. While S. had a generator, the majority of folks didn't have power from Saturday afternoon to Wednesday evening - maybe even Thursday, I'm not quite sure.
Already the snow was melting its way off roofs.
Drip.
But the trees still had a fair coat in place.
It's like those little bunny hill courses for skiers, only the skiers in this instance would have to be very small mice or insects. What do you call those hills? Moguls!
Here, however, the look of the green and the snow suggested that this was the beginning of spring - of green pushing through the slowly melting build up of a long winter. I wish that was the case. I kept on getting this strange misplaced sense of spring as I drove along the country roads, a healthy stream of melting snow water again making me think that in a couple of days we'd be seeing crocuses and daffodils. Alas.
The pumpkin flowers didn't do terribly well after the storm.
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