how much
I’ve had a couple people ask just how much snow we got in the burg. The answer is… LOTS!
Even Libby thinks that enough’s enough. 🙂
More of the white stuff in the forecast for tomorrow. Yippee!
emotions
Perry hates snow (the big baby) –but so do the next door neighbors:
Why didn’t these 2 go inside the barn with the rest of the family? My guess is that they were standing around whining to one another about snow — I’m pretty sure I heard Perry helping them with the dialog earlier.
On the other hand, Libby loves any chance to go outside…so long as it isn’t raining. It’s ok for your feet to get wet in snow, but wet feet from rain or mud is a no no. It’s a girl’s prerogative to pick and choose things like that.
Seriously, now you tell me — is this not a clean, calm and beautiful scene?
The Joys of Winter
Posted by Perry
A well documented fact about me is my loathing of winter. I dislike being cold, wet, and the dreary days of the season. There are some who see the first really big snowfall as something magical, beautiful and clean looking – I see it and think ” Man, now I’m going to have to dig through this stuff!”
The past couple of days have brought snow and ice to the ‘burg and with it comes one of the joys of the season – snow shoveling. I awoke, drank some coffee and had a cigarette to get me going, drank another cup because I was cold, then had one more just to find the inspiration contained in the magic elixir. Finally, it was time to take Libby outside and get to shoveling.
I don’t know about you, but shoveling snow isn’t very hard – provided its just snow. What I encountered, however, was a thick layer of the white stuff covered by a layer of ice which in turn was covered by another layer of snow. Oh the fun times to be had!
I started by the garage in order to make a path from it to the deck. This stuff came up in huge chunks, I was constantly breaking it apart in order to get to the ground easier. Libby thought the whole thing was a hoot, she ran through the deepest drifts she could find and would come back covered in the stuff. It must be fun to be a dog…
After a while of shoveling, a man with a plow on his truck asked if I would be interested in him plowing the drive for twenty bucks – best money I ever spent. Libby, on the other hand, didn’t like the fact that her plaything was being removed and barked her disapproval – the lady knows what she likes and will let you know it.
The drive is mostly clear, we have a path in both the front, and back of the house, and Libby still has drifts to plow her brown body through. I can finally sit down for a smoke, a hot cup of coffee, and thaw out my feet.
Did I mention I REALLY miss summer and lawn mowing?
i can hear it
I can hear the snow still pelting against the back door glass in my office, and the ground is blanketed in white stuff. I’m one of those Indiana residents that hate the cold, dreary days of winter – but I do love that first snow that makes everything look clean and beautiful.
I remember once when Ben was a kid, it was a day that was simply perfect for snow…the temperature was hovering around 32 degrees and the flakes were huge and fluffy. He got so excited at the prospect of building a snowman, but the snow passed too quickly and turned to rain. I remember the look on his face as his hopes were dashed. No way you can let something like that happen. Right? We piled in the car and drove to my Great Aunt’s house in Indianapolis — sorta like snow chasers I guess — and arrived at her place in time to craft a pretty darned respectable Frosty wanna-be.
She’s how old?
I celebrated with my Grandmother on Sunday. She’s 98!! There’s simply no way that I could express the love and admiration that I have for Nanny in a BLOG post, but I can tell you about the festivities.
My brother and his family were at the birthday party, as well as adults and children from our church. Members of the church are always faithful and true, even though Nanny’s now in a nursing facility and doesn’t always say the correct things at the correct times anymore. They brought 3 cakes (still not enough room for all the candles), several hand-made cards, and one of the little girls sang a beautiful song for her. I was impressed.
The Sunday School kids also made a birthday crown, and smashed it on her head for a photo. Of course we didn’t notice until later that it was still dripping in glue and glitter. Funny stuff. Good thing I grabbed the photo above before she was crowned ‘birthday girl of the day’.