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We’ve been treated to another chorus of winter’s song. A snow storm blustered through on Friday afternoon, leaving about 8 inches of wet, heavy snow in its wake. It does make things tidier, with everything dressed once again in a frosty white coating. The temperature this afternoon is around minus 8 C (about 18 F), so the snow will be around for a little while. Still, we’re just a week away from March now. Winter won’t last much longer.
The storm was still blowing itself out this morning, so I kept the horses in their stalls and gave them their breakfast hay indoors. The horses object to this. They’re all about routine and don’t like changes. They say: “Hey! This isn’t right! We’ve got to go out! We can’t eat hay inside in the morning! Let us out! Open the door! Out! It’s morning!” The donkeys, on the other hand have a much more laid back point of view. The donkeys embrace whatever comes their way with a positive attitude. The two little boys said: “Wow! Breakfast in bed! Fabulous!” They wasted no time fussing and moved right on to chowing down.
By noon, the sun was trying to peak out through the partly cloudy sky and I turned everyone out into their field, where the horses dashed about, kicking up their heels in glee. The donkeys said: “Oh, snow! Nice.”
Posted in Misc, tagged bird feeder, Blue Jays, chickadee, foot of snow, freezing rain, ice on plants, mild winter weather, Red squirrel, snowy day, temperature dips, winter wonderland on January 15, 2012 | 5 Comments »
Except for a few little spats, Winter has been gentle so far this year, with many unseasonably mild days and little snow. On Thursday, he decided it was time to get tough, and our first real storm of the season settled in. Freezing rain began to fall in the wee hours of the morning, and by mid-day, everything had a coating of ice.
Over the course of the afternoon, the freezing rain turned to snow. I kept the feeders filled and the blue jays and chickadees took full advantage of the handout. Birds would just as soon do their own foraging, and with the mild winter weather we’ve had to date, business has been slow at the feeders, but with a storm underway, the birds were anxious to stock up.
Even Little Red dropped by, once those pesky blue jays cleared out.
The snow continued through Friday, far exceeding the 4 inches predicted by the weatherman. By Saturday morning, the ground had a blanket of more than a foot of snow. The storm had moved on, and Saturday was sunny and clear. Wow! What a winter wonderland! Everywhere you looked, the world was postcard perfect. It sure felt like winter too, with the temperature plunging. On Sunday, another beautiful day, we woke to the mercury crouching low in the thermometer, -30°. A gardener is grateful for a good blanket of snow when the temperature dips so low.
When the snow slipped from branches, it exposed the initial layer of ice, sparkling in the sun.
As the sun set on Saturday evening, it bathed the snowy landscape in a warm glow, a beautiful ending to the day.
Yesterday, it snowed and it snowed. The wind blew and blew. But this morning, all that is in the past. We woke to a sparkling, crisp world dressed in white. The sun is shining, brilliant on the new-fallen snow, the sky is intensely blue. I found a spot where the snow hadn’t drifted, but lies smooth and even, and took a measurement.
Seventeen and a half inches. Railguy and I dug out the paths around the house, out to the birdfeeders and out to the barn, several times during the storm. The ferocious wind kept filling the paths back in with snow. The wind had blown itself out by the evening but the snow kept falling into the night. This morning, I gave the paths one last digging to clear out the last few inches.
The horses are happy to be back in their field. The town snowplow has been by several times, clearing the roads. It’s business as usual today. But oh, how beautiful the world looks this morning! It’s an Ogden Nash day.
Winter is the king of showmen,
Turning tree stumps into snow men
And houses into birthday cakes
And spreading sugar over lakes.
Smooth and clean and frosty white,
The world looks good enough to bite.
That’s the season to be young,
Catching snowflakes on your tongue!
Snow is snowy when it’s snowing.
I’m sorry it’s slushy when it’s going.