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Zero and sunshine, low light fog, no breeze, perfect for Jack Frost. Northern Wisconsin in November, pretty and cold.
You are an image in my mind, a stop action photo
I see you there and there, doing this, sitting there.
We can see ground! Really wet ground. The last snowstorm was on Friday, melting started on Saturday, melting geared up on Sunday and today whoohoo rivers of melt water.
The areas where there was walking or driving have deep frost and are bumped up, but the other spots seem to have very little because the snow was so deep.
Thirty below forecast for Monday night and things are being cancelled. It’s too cold to take the chance on travel, especially when it’s optional. Things break, break down, freeze up and generally don’t work as well in this kind of weather.
My freeze-free hydrant froze up, so I’m sledding in the water to the horses. Which, while a hassle, is not a very hard workout since it’s all downhill from the house freeze-free faucet. I have a large black packing sled that can carry two really big, clean muck buckets two-thirds full (fill them deeper and water sloshes all over – sloshing not good in cold weather).
The snow is over knee-deep so I used my snowshoes to start packing in a straight trail (no need to add any extra distance pulling the loaded sled).
The horses are going through hay at a fast rate and they need plenty of water to avoid dehydration. Basically they look good and seem happy, this next polar blast though makes me worry about the stress on the older ones.
In our house, heated by cost ever-rising (went up $1.39 per gallon last week) and more unavailable propane (200 gallon rationing), we have closed off rooms, added insulation over the sliding door and turned down the heat. A local propane distributor has suggested that electric heat may be the best option, however if everyone using propane has to go to electric…
It snowed today again and the wind was very blustery. The snow piles look like the old-time photos – very tall. At least the snow is insulating my perennials. The indoor forced bulbs are torquing out.
I do remember some other very cold winters with stretches of super cold, but I’m starting to wish for spring. Or maybe a trip south.
After too many days of overcast and rain and mostly uninteresting upward views the sky today had contrast and brilliant blues, silvers, grays and whites. A steady breeze kept the skyward scenes changing. Starting with low fog in the early morning, a breakfast rain shower, break out sun and puffy, many colored clouds coasting overhead going eastward on this 80 degree day – leaving the western sky clear blue as the winds died down, mosquitoes came out. Sunset.
I’ll never catch back up after my 10 days of vacation. There are too many do-it-now things to do. And the weather, what’s with the weather?
The grass and weeds are overtaking my landscaping, but I only have time to mow.
My horses need thorough brushing out, but I only have time to put up temporary pasture for grazing.
My desk needs a thorough sorting, but I only have time to write outlines and prep for the next classes.
My closet needs thinning, but I only have time to wash, dry and fold clothes.
The windows need washing, but I only have time to dust and vacuum.
And I need to write, but all I can think of is how many things need doing…which tomorrow I need to think about again.
Time passes, time passes…things get done and some things don’t get done.
Twenty days later … normal.
Looking back at this, vacation seems so long ago now and all the flurry is settled out. Although there are still a few weeds, now so many things are blooming it doesn’t seem to matter as much.
I got the wind knots out of equine manes, they scrubbed their own extra fur off rolling and rubbing – they are summer shiny and sleek.
The desk is still not de-cluttered. Part of the windows have been washed. And writing? I’ve put some time writing on my dog training blog, but this is the first I’ve gotten back to my life on Wester Ave…oops.
But the weather…what is with the weather?