It’s pretty here this morning, in the space between storms. The northeasterly wind hasn’t picked up yet, so all the wet, heavy snow from last night is still coating the trees, bushes, twigs, even the railing on our front steps. I had to rush out to take pictures, because the wind is already picking up a little. There’s the cutest mini-drift on the south edge of our neighbor’s roof. Another 6-8 inches is predicted for tonight, thanks to that northeasterly wind and the lake effect snow it brings.
Winter, from my front porch (Click for bigger)
March in Rochester is nowhere near spring. We always have snow, sometimes the biggest storms of the year. We had one in 1999 – three feet or more in 24 hours. It takes a lot of snow to stop traffic here, but that storm did. Everything closed – it was coming down that fast, the plows couldn’t clear the roads. What fun, having a snow day!
Since we had no plans for this weekend, I’m not distressed about being housebound. I might sit down at the wheel and try to get my spinning mojo back. Staffan’s here, so he can help with the shoveling. We’ve got plenty of milk, bread, food, beer and wine. No need to run out for cigarettes (yay! Five months for me now). We’re snug as three bugs in a rug.
