I woke up this morning at 2 am to thunder, lightning, wind and torrential rain. One dog whimpering, the other really needing to be in bed with us, all 60 pounds of her. I went to an early morning appointment on flooded streets and came home to this. It was snowing so hard that when got back in the car, after smashing the windscreen wipers free of ice, and I looked in the mirror, I had a pile of snow on my head. Not pretty. Heck, it is supposed to be fairly nice here in winter. I don't even own a parka. I have no idea where my gloves are.
This is one of my favourite corners of my back garden. Not so good for sitting right now but the snow frosting on everything is sort of pretty.
It's kind of pretty until you start to notice how low all of the branches are. Then you look up and realize how much ice and wet snow is on everything.
That's my neighbors car up there being kept from being swept away in our little storm by the branch of an ancient cedar. There are huge limbs down every where. One end of my street has half a tree over the road. This is really not nice snow. I like a bit of fluffy beautiful snow now and again. Especially the kind that goes away in a couple of days. And it is still snowing.
Yes, I know. Just 6 days ago I told you all about our dust storm. Our potential for explosive fire. The potential for raining mud. The 72F weather. I'm really just sitting here asking myself, what's next? Locusts?