"It was imprudent of us, in the first place, to become authors. We could have become something regular, but we managed not to.
We were lucky, but we were also determined." Roy Blount Jr

"I don’t change the facts to enhance the drama. I think of it the other way round, the drama has got to fit the facts,
and it’s your job as a writer to find the shape in real life."
Hilary Mantel

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Studies in White

Jewel and Ruth wonder when the snow will stop falling.
 Their doggie igloo (Dogloo) is truly living up to its name. I've shovelled and swept away the snow more times than I can count.

The birds rely on the feeders for sustenance. On the day I shot the photo below, we received a fresh foot...on top of all the other snow we've had.
Even on sunny days (which this one is), we find reminders of winter. I came upon this one in a shopping centre parking lot. I suspect it will be there for many, many weeks to come.

My rose garden. Before it received the added foot...and then another several inches more. Snow is a wonderful insulator for the roses, and a fertiliser as well. I look forward to a rich summer of blooms.

The current warming trend (the temperature is in the upper 40s F) is very welcome, as is the sunshine. We mustn't get too used to it, however, as the dreaded "Polar Vortex" is on its way again early next week. We've endured Winter Storm "Pax" and Winter Storm "Rex" and no telling what lies ahead. (A little voice is reminding me that "March is the snowiest month....Please, not this year!) Hard to believe, but we've not even (yet) received record snowfall for the season. And I don't think I want to.
I do try not to whinge (much) about the weather--I'm a snow lover, having grown up without much of it--and even I am finding my enthusiasm for it waning. Yet I know other regions of this nation--Atlanta, where I once lived--have suffered far more from harsh weather.
In Great Britain, rains and floods have devastated places I know and love. It has been painful to see the footage on the BBC and hear descriptions via radio. One of my ancestral villages on the banks of the River Severn, has been significantly flooded since Christmastime. I fear I will find it greatly changed when I return, yet I know that nature has a way of covering damages to a landscape rather quickly. The damages to property and livestock are less easily mended.
As for mending property, the renovations resulting from the leaky water line in the kitchen have proceeded. We're in a lull where the cabinetry work are concerned, concerned, but the vestibule and hallway flooring is being installed as I write this. The kitchen flooring has been ordered but isn't expected to arrive for at least another week and a half, meaning a delay in the placement of the gas range. I manage to make meals without it, but my pent-up desire to do some really intensive baking must wait rather longer to be satisfied. My birthday cake might have to come from a bakery!
On these snowy (and often noisy, due to construction) days, I've been transported to other places via some very fine novels and memoirs. I hope to soon post my impressions of them...which will be a nice change from photos of snow, more snow, and a bit too much snow!

1 comment:

Nan said...

My fondest hope is that the cold winter will slow, or dare I whisper, eliminate, the ticks! Maybe this real winter will show them that we are not really North Carolina. :<)) I know you've had tons more snow that us this winter, but we've had enough, and enough cold to make it an honest winter.