My snowmance. It might be described as a love-hate relationship.
Looking out the front door beneath a fringe of icicles, there is the shed with snow up to the middle of the door. I hope I don't need anything that's stored in there any time soon. To the left of it are two grills but I don't believe there will be any cookouts until spring. On the far left is a raised bed garden. The frame is four feet tall.
The yard stick doesn't reach the ground so my guess is that there is over thirty inches of snow and ice out there now.
My neighbor's mail box. He was out valiantly shoveling when I took this.
A giant white pine living up to its name.
The corner of Fairview and Roosevelt Streets, near my house. Most delivery services cannot find us on a good day. Today I don't think they are even going to try.
The snow in the yard is thigh deep to wade in. I don't actually recommend carrying a 5 gallon bucket of black oil sunflower seed when you go for a walk like this, but the birds certainly seem to appreciate having their feeders filled. Accomplishing that task led to the inevitable nap.
Ice glints in the shard of sunlight that dare to look down. When it's possible to stop and catch a breath, the beauty is all there around you. Undeniably, nature has her way in our snowmance.
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You know where I live, but I used to be "there", in the thick of it. Not nostalgic one bit....
While the images download I tell why. Coyote.
You'd be fun to walk in a summer woods with.
I recall your past tree photos of burls or holes.
Be careful under ice cycles. You no need horns.
Taxidermist buy deer, cow, goat or sheep horns
They sit in the warm home and play sax if chilly.
Jazz.
Beautiful.
I love winter.
Let it snow.
This is free.
It fertilizer.
Poor farmer`
Loves fertilizer`
Barley grass grows`
It grows under snow`
Snow is a winter blanket`
It's natures pure cleanser.
Soon the marigold come.
I have a Coyote hat. It was a gift from a widow.
She's a designer and makes hats and clothes.
I recall her sensitivity to the use of fur hides.
They were tan parts. She knew a taxidermist.
She knit and sew and weave snow garments.
I was told the coyote is slang too. You 100?
Connie, I don't blame you one bit for your lack of nostalgia. It's the same as not wanting to go back in time and live in the era of Currier & Ives.
Brian, isn't the ice just beautiful, especially when the sun hits it and you get those little rainbows.
Art, I'd rather stay inside listening to jazz make me warm.
femme, once you make the commitment to start feeding them, it becomes a responsibility. They sure seemed happy after the seed was replenished and I was rewarded with a cardinal sighting!
CZ, wish you were here to experience it!
Optimus, I will confess here and perhaps in no other forum that as I watched it come down it was beautiful and the way the snow changes the landscape is just magnificent. However, having a few days in Florida last week may have colored my perception just slightly.
Susan, I've tried everything with these clowns. I have had a lot of them, from pizza delivery to FedEx claim that my house didn't exist which, you know, questioned my sanity since I was standing inside the kitchen of the non-existent dwelling when they called. Flares might work, though, or maybe Roman candles.
Ah, geeze, Kent, no matter how you measure it, this is a whopping amount of snow.
bike, I've got to drive my daughter back to school in central Massachusetts this morning so I'm hoping it's going to be better now! Unfortunately it doesn't look like the guys who do my snow removal have been here yet. Probably doing something silly like napping. So I'm off to the shovel wars.