Nattering
Remember last week?
Remember all the melting of the snow?
Remember how I said that I'd go tromping in a few days and start my way-too-early hunting for new green noses?
Well, of course, I lied.
And a good thing, too, otherwise I'd have missed this:
Gen-u-ine daffodil fingers reaching toward the warm, warm air! Right outside my door, where I could see them as I hollered at Molly-dog to "Go Potty! Go on! Get going, now! You go Potty! Go Potty! NOW!"
It was so lovely and warm, I didn't even need shoes on the warm pavement. I did, of course stay on the concrete and not go romping in the snow along side. Here, I even took a picture to prove it:
Ooooooh! Which is more blinding-white? The snow or Diana's feet? I'm almost to the time that I'll throw some polish on those long-hidden tootsies. Almost.
The weekend was soon to be here! The weekend with the rainstorms! Remember?
Well, seems like they got the temperature wrong by about 20 degrees.
And that 20 degrees meant that instead of a fuckload of rain, we got a fuckload of snow.
The kids were happy, though, and spent much of Sunday morning having a snowball fight over and around the huge piles of snow that lined the driveway.
So, we went from anticipating all the snow being gone to getting a good foot of it all over everything, with some drifts of 2-3 feet and the 6 foot piles from the plow. I do realize that this is nothing to those living in places like Buffalo, NY, where the snow would be higher than the roof of my house. (And how the hell do you clear your walk? If it's 11 feet high, how do you toss the snow over that? I mean, just look at our front walk. And that's only about a foot of snow fall!)
And so my tootsies are covered, again, as are the daffodil fingers and the tulip noses that are just inches away.
Hmmmmm..... I feel like I'm forgetting something.....Oh! Of course! For those of you wondering how poor Beaker fared, I'm afraid that this now makes Snowplow, 3: Beaker, nil.
He'd be flat on his side if it weren't for all the snow that's acting as a pillow as well as a blanket. Nighty-night, Beaker. Sleep tight. Dream of spring and no more marauding plows.
Remember all the melting of the snow?
Remember how I said that I'd go tromping in a few days and start my way-too-early hunting for new green noses?
Well, of course, I lied.
And a good thing, too, otherwise I'd have missed this:
Gen-u-ine daffodil fingers reaching toward the warm, warm air! Right outside my door, where I could see them as I hollered at Molly-dog to "Go Potty! Go on! Get going, now! You go Potty! Go Potty! NOW!"
It was so lovely and warm, I didn't even need shoes on the warm pavement. I did, of course stay on the concrete and not go romping in the snow along side. Here, I even took a picture to prove it:
Ooooooh! Which is more blinding-white? The snow or Diana's feet? I'm almost to the time that I'll throw some polish on those long-hidden tootsies. Almost.
The weekend was soon to be here! The weekend with the rainstorms! Remember?
Well, seems like they got the temperature wrong by about 20 degrees.
And that 20 degrees meant that instead of a fuckload of rain, we got a fuckload of snow.
The kids were happy, though, and spent much of Sunday morning having a snowball fight over and around the huge piles of snow that lined the driveway.
So, we went from anticipating all the snow being gone to getting a good foot of it all over everything, with some drifts of 2-3 feet and the 6 foot piles from the plow. I do realize that this is nothing to those living in places like Buffalo, NY, where the snow would be higher than the roof of my house. (And how the hell do you clear your walk? If it's 11 feet high, how do you toss the snow over that? I mean, just look at our front walk. And that's only about a foot of snow fall!)
And so my tootsies are covered, again, as are the daffodil fingers and the tulip noses that are just inches away.
Hmmmmm..... I feel like I'm forgetting something.....Oh! Of course! For those of you wondering how poor Beaker fared, I'm afraid that this now makes Snowplow, 3: Beaker, nil.
He'd be flat on his side if it weren't for all the snow that's acting as a pillow as well as a blanket. Nighty-night, Beaker. Sleep tight. Dream of spring and no more marauding plows.
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posted by Diana at 8:53 AM
19 Comments:
Seems like we both gloated too soon about spring in the air. We even had snow flurries here on the wet coast of Canada on Saturday. Brrr.
V.
Snow! Snow! Snow! I'm excited about the snow. Love it. Maybe it is because most major storms have missed us for the past 16 years. We needed a good foot to fall. And we got it! In February!
I saw two kids behind snow walls yesterday having a snowball fight. I wanted to join them so bad.
The weather is still a bit warm. How long before you think this new crop of snow will melt?
Oh, come on, it's still only February. It's supposed to be white.
Poor Beaker!! I think the snow plow has something against Beaker. Will the mail truck even be able to get close enough to reach Beaker and feed him the mail??
I was glad it snowed by us (and that we didn't get as much as you did!). It starts to get so ugly looking outside when most of the snow is gone and what is left are ugly gray piles. So much prettier (and bright) when everything is covered up by a white blanket of snow!
"It was so lovely and warm, I didn't even need shoes on the warm pavement. "
Why, the snow itself proves how absolutely boiling hot it was. I think I died a little.
"I did, of course stay on the concrete and not go romping in the snow along side."
Yes, I see what you mean, THAT would have been too much. Of course.
SNOW FREAKS!
Ahhh. Poor Beaker. Trying so hard to stay upright and useful.
Thankfully we didn't get a bunch of rain or snow this past weekend. Yippeeeee.....
Voyager- I'll still stand by my gloating. Spring is in the air, it's just covered by a foot of snow. (Hope you warm up soon!)
Lisa- (Hi Honey!) My kids were thrilled. It was the first 'big' snow we've had in about 2 years. Daphne. I miss daphne. And camelias. And rhododendrons and azeleas (the real ones, not the deciduous ones). And Japanese maples...Ok, THIS is weird. I had a dream about Richie a few nights ago. It's mostly faded, but it was something about being back in residency, but it was at the beach and he and I were discussing something trivial (can't remember what, TV shows or something). I'd be thrilled to hear from him! Irish folk music! Fabulous!
Beth- I thought about you as it fell. (The Twin Cities is on the same radar screen as where we are.) I'm thinking it'll be gone from the ground in about 2 weeks and from the piles in about a month, unless we get a good rain, and then it'll be gone pronto!
Joe- Oh, hush, you! You with your balmy Vegas weather. OK. Yes. It's only February. Sigh. You're right. (Actually, I was thrilled to get a heap of snow. Snow is fun. Hard, dry cold is not, and THAT is what I think is finally gone! Yippee!!!)
Colleen- The mailman is a hardy guy in a brown sedan. Takes more than a pile of snow covering a nearly flattened mailbox to prevent him from his appointed rounds. Of course, when it all melts and Beaker is lying on the ground, it may be a different issue. But by then, we should have propped him back up with good old WI limestone slabs as we ponder what the next incarnation should be.
Johnny- Sweetie! See, it's all relative. The temperature was about 50 degrees F warmer than it had been a week ago! (70 degrees F warmer than 2-3 weeks ago.) Based on that, the snow WAS boiling hot. I didn't want to trod in it as I didn't want to burn my feet.
Lauren- He is such a pathetic thing, isn't he? He struggles so and yet still gets creamed. Sort of a metaphor for the human condition or something. That or evidence that life is against you if you are a green plastic mailbox. ("Sometimes we are the mailbox, sometimes the plow?" Should I put it on a t-shirt along with a picture?)
Uh, yeah, yeah, you should put that on a t-shirt. That would be hilarious. I'd even buy a t-shirt but I am never able to find one that looks good on me.
Snow is pretty from a distance. Although I have been tempted to make snow angels because of Beth. Fortunately I have a hole in one of my shoes so I come to my senses quickly.
I do remember a small Diana peering over a snow bank in Northern Japan at the age of about 2. How about a similar one of the sprouts?
The Ole RF-er
at least it was snow and not ice! oye, this winter threw us for a loop. I got too used to the 50 degree temps in December!
have fun in the snow!
Dana- Guess that's why you live in a nice apartment, up above from the white stuff. A nice distance.
Dad- I took some, they are heading your way.
Amy- I'm thinking though, with all the warm weather we had and that the buds are still sitting there, swolen and ready to pop, this spring will either be a bang or a bust. Here's hoping.
How will you get all your junk mail?!! The weather is so crazy this time of year, but here at least we know there won't be any more of that deep freeze weather!
Oh, those flowers are such teases. Mine are back under a pile of snow as well.
I would recommend going barefoot in the snow only after getting out of the hot tub and then for only as long as it takes to hightail it back into the house.
We had snow here in P-land as well. I've become very tired of winter...
That definitely is a fuckload of snow. Wow.
Poor, poor Beaker. That snowplow really has it in for him. I fear you're going to have to hold a requiem for him once the snow melts.
Maybe you could build a little mini-house shelter thing at the end of the driveway for Beaker. Like they used to do for kids at the end of driveways while they were waiting for the schoolbus?
The mailman might like the warm pit stop.
The plow couldn't knock it over.
Your kids might like to play in it.
Cats and rats and elephants could shelter in it.... (well, maybe not the elephants :))
Karen
The snow has been a welcome wonderland for us here, too...all the neighborhood kids are infused with a wild joy.
I love the two photos of your feet--last week and this. Terrific.
My visits to your blog are so happy-making.
I dare you to take a picture of your bare toes in the snow!!
Ruth- How, indeed? What a deprivation. It IS nice to have all the snow without the painful cold.
Listie- We are spoiled. There's a jacuzzi tub in our bathroom. No snow. No maintainence. Nice bubbles.
Stace- Bizarro. But you have flowers among the snow....
Rozanne- We got another 6 or so inches yesterday. Now Beaker is in a bank of snow that's 2 feet above his little green head. 'Twill be a sad sagging when the snow that's propping him up melts.
Karen- That's an idea (and would make our mailbox better housed than our kid). I'd also thought of suspending the mailbox from an overhanging tree branch but figure the plow will just take out the tree in an effort to get to the box.
Jocelyn- Your visits to my blog (and my visits to yours, oh yes) are so happy-making for me, too. I'll probably get lots of perv traffic for the barefoot shot.
Teri- Heh. Heh. Heh.
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