If I were a bird I think I’d fly south for the winter … but maybe not. Maybe the snow is exhilarating (that would be one word for it), maybe … Continue reading Wind Chill 30 below … active northern birds
Here today in Wisconsin sunshine, above freezing and the dusting of snow we had this week is all gone (except for in deep shadows). Yesterday I was in the winter horse paddock with my high yellow boots on, adding fence. Scout, the lover of food, is determined to get onto pasture. I would love to oblige him, but the pasture is way too wet and would be quickly destroyed by enthused horse hooves.
We had amazing amounts of frost heave this year. Amazing, the ground rising a foot or even more in some trafficked areas. I’m not sure why certain spots heave so much. The ground under my horse trailer came up to nearly touch the underside of the trailer while the wheels stayed down. Two posts supporting our deck rose right through the deck, the others stayed in place. The horse winter area, insulated in many spots by horse manure, is a result of frost heave, thawing, and repeated precipitation … yucky.
So yesterday, in the muck, I became stuck. Really stuck. Thought I was going to take a dive or at least lose my boots – which would be very bad. You know the scene where Dorothy (Wizard of Oz) falls in the pig pen? I totally understand the horror of it. Sham (my old Arabian) came to the rescue and stood there patiently as I used him as a support. Each footfall became a question, “Will I be able to pick that foot up again including the boot?” Suction unreal. I got one foot onto solid ground, holding onto Sham, I still couldn’t get the other foot free. Totally crazy. No wonder Cola hesitates to come out of the run-in shed and then just leaps through to the feeding area.
So I let Sham, my anti-mud hero, have some time on pasture while I caught Scout and escorted him back into the, lets face it, awful muddy area. I’m hoping we’ll have several days of warm, ground drying weather soon. At least they have several good spots to be on and the run in shed is good, but they’re using it as a bathroom — hmm. Nothing to do now but hope for Mother Nature’s bounty.
Meanwhile the daffodils are blooming. Those are tough flowers. Come snow, sleet or frozen nights they still look cheery. I picked these for my husband’s birthday and then photo’d them this morning in a sunny window. Hope you are somewhere the ground isn’t clay infused and mucky.
We’re back to cold in Wisconsin – 7 degrees overnight and a high that barely skirts the 20s. Our brief springlike weather has blown over. But there is some melting, dripping, ice forming in the bright sunlight and that’s where the creatures are formed.
Dragonfly, serpent gleam;
Delicate bridge, to in between;
Icy drips, aching cold;
Sunlight streams, never old.
Sagging amid the honeysuckle vines,
Amphibian style so reclines,
Frozen in this awkward pose,
When will spring come, no one knows.
I love dramatic sky, big clouds, contrasty colors, shifting shapes, and changing weather.
I used to like fireworks with the one time big display on the 4th of July. I always remember the time in Lohrville when a big chrysanthemum-style explosion just barely cleared the pines. A good thing that the fire department was the one putting on the show.
As a kid in the robin’s egg blue station wagon, Dad always wanted to leave before the finale to avoid the traffic jam and we wanted to see the last big display. We could never see the flag in explosive lights.
Now everyone has their own and they’re blowing them up before, on the day and during the week after. It’s too much. It’s like having ice cream for breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks. It sounded like a war last night, surrounded by crazy fireworks exploders. What’s the point? Everyone’s seen them, smelled them, breathed them, heard them and experienced the fireworks litter.
Tonight there was a different sky show after a foggy, rainy, muggy day the rain storm moved in and out for sunset.
And it had everything, sprinkles, thunder, downpour, a rainbow when the sun broke through and amazing, changing clouds as sunset approached. Smelled fresh and no litter to pick up. I walked around outside wet and barefooted waiting for the clouds to flow into the next panorama – wow.
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.
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?
Snow is so common that I have omitted to note its falling at least two days out of Three -William Henry Ashley
It’s snowing again. A good day to watch the blue jays come into the feeder, although there are no pretty beams of sunlight to reflect brilliant blues off their feathers, just gray solid clouds and steady snowfall of the wet kind.
Today schools in the area are delayed, some are closed for another snow day…summer is getting further away for the school kids. This snowfall is on the anniversary of the 1988 blizzard – a much deeper March snow storm.
A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water. -Carl Reiner
Happy shoveling 🙂