Showing posts with label snow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snow. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Snow, Snow, Snow

So, there's been a lot of snow in my neck of the woods lately.

And I mean A LOT.

So much, that the hubby and I couldn't even get to work on Monday this week. We live in a cul-de-sac, and it gets plowed last, making it difficult to venture out in bad weather.

It's funny, because as a child, I adored the snow. I would stay out and play in the white stuff for hours on end, making forts, angels, and having snowball fights with my friends. Now, it's just a nuisance that prevents me from getting things done.

I wonder when that changed - when I lost my childlike wonder of the snow.

I can't think of anything specific that caused that shift in my outlook.

I guess it's just part of the whole "being a grown up" process that we all must go through.

Kinda sucks. I miss that about myself.

On a positive note, being stuck indoors has made me spend some quality time writing, which I need to get back into the habit of doing more regularly. Oh, and I've read like four books in the past two weeks as well.

So maybe the snow isn't so bad after all.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

My Icy Abode

And so, today marks day two of the great ice storm of 2009. Another day pretty much trapped in my house. That's ok, because who would want to go out in this?




Back in 2003, we had another ice storm, but were highly unprepared for it. Back then, people were without power for days, even weeks. At least this time the power outages are fewer, though there are still people who have had to go to shelters.


There's a willow tree across the street that is looking pretty rough.




In 2003, it practically split down the middle from the weight of the ice. It made a horrible sound, like a house caving in. I hope it survives this time.

The icicles that are hanging off of my house and garage look deadly.



My husband is convinced that icicles are the perfect murder weapon. Deadly sharp, but then they melt away, leaving no evidence.



Disturbing, but true.



So, I will sit and marvel at the wonders of the weather. It's pretty now, but when it starts to melt it will become a slushy, brown mess.


What's happening in your neck of the woods?