Snow, and then … not so much snow … and finally … tee-shirts, but there’s snow here and there. Of course the tee-shirt weather won’t last, but it’s a wonderful nearly spring time. We got a lot of pictures. Everyone was out with a camera today.
The temperature is going up all the way to around 60 this week and maybe, if we are lucky, it’s the end of winter. So … a few more pictures.
It started snowing four or five days ago and hasn’t paused since. From what I can see of the forecast, it is going to snow, pretty much continuously, for at least a week. Maybe longer.
Strange kitchen companions
Winter kitchen scene
And it’s very cold. Which means nothing will melt between storms. Not that there’s much time between storms. One moves out, another moves in. We had about an hour of sun this morning before it started to snow again. Garry was outside shoveling. Now he’s out there shooting pictures. What a guy!
Garry with snow shovel
Hands in motion
With Garry doing outdoor landscapes of ice and snow, I’ve been taking oddballs inside. You’d think the dogs would be outside hanging with Garry and the shovel, but nope. They are inside, catching 40 winks, the occasional biscuit, and staying where it’s warm and dry. I threw them out a while ago, but all they did was bark twice and make a u-turn back through the doggy door.
Starving Scotties suffering the bitter cold of winter
Clearly roughing it isn’t part of their current playbook.
Garry had the camera this week. He gets to be “the guy.”
I love all of these. There are many more, but I ran out of time before I ran out of subjects.
It’s cold out there. Icy, wet, and we’ve got at least two more weeks before we see a real break. The good news? The pictures are beautiful. The bad news?
It’s cold. Wet. Icy. And more weeks until finally, spring starts to show up.
Downtown on the Commons
It has been snowing almost continuously since the beginning of the month. We’ve had a day here and there without snow or sleet, but mostly, it has been precipitating. And I’ve been shoveling, then shoveling some more. The last two days we have spent awaiting a plow. There’s no point in plowing while it’s still snowing … and competition for plowing services gets intense.
Late afternoon with the sun low in the sky
The town hasn’t taken down the Christmas decorations yet, so red bells are still in the picture
Finally, in the middle of the afternoon, the plow arrived. And did a pretty good job. I still had to go out and clear off the car. Then I dug out the parking area because there will be sleet tomorrow and the next day and before the weekend, it will be snowing again. If you don’t clear the space, you wind up with ice that doesn’t melt until the flowers are blooming.
The library from the Commons
More snow on the Commons
I took the opportunity to go into town. With the Olympus OM-D EM-5 and a nice 12-50 mm lens. Our little town looked like pictures from the past. If only we could get the pretty part of the snow without the rest of the mess.
That’s me, doing my job, clearing the snow from our parking area. Obviously Marilyn’s picture. You knew that, right?
Not a robin, but Fred the Lawn Flamingo. Leaning forward but otherwise unaffected by the cruel weather.
The North Wind Doth Blow
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then?
He’ll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Sparse traffic late on a snowy Saturday afternoon
Welcome, but beware of fierce terriers who are noticeably absent. They prefer being inside where it’s warm and dry. They have a point.
Only two mailboxes. There were three. One was probably knocked down by the plow and is buried under the snow.
Our house from the road through the trees and snow
The old tractor and the house … and the snow season has only just begun.
My world is monochrome. Snow falling at 2 to 5 inches per hour. Thunder and high winds and a dropping thermometer. How many inches have we gotten? I’d guess about eight, but all the drifting makes it difficult to tell. We shoveled. Three times or was it four? But you’d never guess. All for naught, drifted over by the new snow.
Through the front window …
Stained glass in front of glass and beyond that, snow.
A shot of yellow glass against the monochrome landscape of snow.
This is the world through glass. Because I’m not going anywhere until the snow stops!