Have you ever seen snow slide off a roof in quite this kind of formation and then just sit there for hours (or days even). This is from last weekend. We were driving down a slushy, slippery Birch Point Road. I made the GG stop so I could get out and take a picture. I slithered across the ice to get closer and then a snowmobile came along, so I slithered back across the ice to let him go by and then I slithered across the ice again to get the photo.
I can’t believe I am looking back to last March’s 90-degree weather and the Dexter Tornado with fondness. It wasn’t exactly fun and the early heat forced a lot of things into bloom early, which ruined our god-forsaken state’s cherry and apple crops and I don’t remember Farmer John bringing in a lot of asparagus in April and I’m sure other crops were affected. I know that the several inches of snow that I woke up to this morning is what we need. I was more than well enough today to walk at 0-skunk-30 and I did, albeit with YakTrax on. Still, I was annoyed by the damn snow. I am sick of this stuff and I am sick of living on Blackicelandia and I am sick of layering DKNY tights underneath cotton-spandex leggings. Where are my blasted shorts anyway?
And that is about all for today.
Congrats to LB. Love you, kiddo.