Not a ton, yet…but I’ll take it.
So, this house is exactly 9 minutes from my daughter’s house and she didn’t get any snow that stuck.
You know what I think?
I think my little house is magical.
So, it’s April, and we have our green leaves and budding trees and flowers popping up all over the place and POOF!
We get this.
At first we thought that it was just a flukey little fly-by storm…
but it just kept stopping and starting, over and over…
for two days!
I kept thinking, “Oh, sure. NOW it snows.” Just when we’ve given up on any winter and started wearing flip flops.
Don’t get me wrong–our poor mountains can use the snow pack–we’ll take it. But we watched for snow. We begged for snow. We prayed for snow…3 months ago.
Mother Nature has a wicked sense of humor.
100 happy days #45…with a bit of sadness mixed in.
Woke up the other day to this outside the window.
Luckily, we knew ahead of time that it was happening…but still…
after as many years as we have lived here…
and after as many years as this old tree has lived here…
it was still a shock to see it coming down.
Believe me, we don’t take this kind of thing lightly, especially when it’s such an ancient, beautiful tree.
But, sadly, the wind storms that we’ve had lately have taken out so many big limbs and damaged so many others, that we realized that the next limbs to go would likely take the neighbors roof–or worse yet, their children’s play set–out with it.
THAT was too big of a risk and it wasn’t worth taking. So the only thing to do was to remove the risk completely.
But ooooh, it was a sad, sad day.
We’ll certainly miss that old guy in the corner.
100 Happy Days #40
Last time we had beautiful spring blossoms–
and now we’re having a mini blizzard.
It’s a sign I tell you…
that a bit of “hookey” is in order.
100 Happy Days #28
Winter, I mean. We woke up to all of this stuff pelting the window with all it’s frosty, haily might. And man was it loud. The wind had the decency to blow it all into nice, tidy Camelot-type piles that really did just disappear altogether after an hour. The week of warm days was lovely, but I don’t mind a bit of snap back in the air for a little longer. After all, growling old March can only rage for a few more days and then it will most likely be forced–by April, to behave.
I like soup and hot chocolate enough that when it’s nippy out, I still clap.