“Snow is not a wolf in sheep’s clothing – it is a tiger in lamb’s clothing.”
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? In the lane, on the grass and on the deck, the snow is glistening. It started snowing around 10 last night, and we probably have about 5 inches of spring snow which sounds like an oxymoron to me. A dusting is spring snow. 5 inches is winter. The snow is heavy. I swept the walk to get my papers, and when I got to the street, I found slush under the snow. I left wet footprints. The branches of the pine trees are covered with a layer of the heavy snow and the bushes in the front are leaning from the weight. If I were a kid, I’d love this snow. It’s prime snowman snow: thick and heavy and sticky.
The Christmas cactus in here has a flower. I think of it as a gift as the plant was once my mother’s. It sat at the end of her kitchen table near the window. The table was in a niche in front of a bank of windows but one end of the table, flush with a window, had a cabinet beside it so we couldn’t sit on that side. The plants sat there instead. I remember when all of the cactus on the table were in bloom. The flowers were beautiful. Now I have one.
Today is just one of those days. I finished my monkey poop coffee, my back has soured my mood, and I am so tired of gray clouds. The sun was out for maybe a half hour yesterday, another taunt from Mother Nature. I can’t imagine what we did to anger her but it must have been a doozy.
I had two lady of the manor moments today. Skip, my factotum, came and plowed my driveway then shoveled in front of my car and mailbox. He brought in the bird seed and case of dog food I had left in the trunk because I couldn’t lift them. While Skip was here, Peapod delivered my groceries; he even put them on the kitchen counter. Now I’m wondering where my upstairs and downstairs maids are.
I am supposed to get an x-ray, but it won’t be today. I’m going to be a sloth again, and I’m using my back as an excuse, not that I really need one.
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March 22, 2013 at 12:07 pm
Hi Kat,
I thought of you this morning as I listened to the weather. I felt bad for you but happy for me. No snow up here though it was very close by. I had to go out very early this morning to meet my brother, niece and nephew for breakfast at 8:15 AM. It’s a 30 minute drive without traffic. I made it. I was glad there wasn’t snow to add to my pre-coffee fog. 🙂
I’ll probably get snow hammered on Monday. 😦
Only one Lady of the Manor moment for me today. Peapod just left.
It’s mostly sunny right now and not too cold. I can sit on my front steps without a jacket.
The robins have been doing this weird thing of hiding against the house or under bushes next to the walkways. It finally occurred to me that their grass is covered in snow and they can’t get to the worms. They’ve been foraging in the only unsnowy places left. I wonder if I string up some grapes and dried cranberries, would they figure it out? I know the spawns will figure it out.
Enjoy your sloth day. Hope your back settles down.
March 22, 2013 at 12:14 pm
Hi Caryn,
I don’t think I have the right to complain because we have missed so many snow storms and got rain instead. The sun is breaking through, and the snow is falling off the branches in clumps. This room is brighter than it’s been in a long while. I have hope!
My butt would get wet if I sat on the front steps!
I filled the feeders a couple of days ago, but they are getting mighty low, and when the seed is finished, I’ll have to brave the snow on the deck to fill the feeders again. The birds are many, and they love to stop here.
My back is feeling better, buoyed by the wonderful pills the doctor gave me, but I’m not going to tempt fate by doing anything. Yesterday even getting in and out of the car hurt.
Enjoy that sun of yours!
March 22, 2013 at 2:13 pm
To bad You couldn’t get that xray today, the sooner the better I think.
The snow have been falling here for most of the week but I just can’t find ant new snow on the ground 🙂 on the contrary, even if we have below 32F during the days the sun still melt away more and more of it. But nights are cold here and tonight they say it will be nasty cold so I’ll keep the fire burning in the stove until late if I manage to stay awake 🙂
I have an easter cactus (a realtive to the christmas cactus) with small buds in my kitchen window, I doun´bt they’ll open up till easter though. But I have a Bougainvillea and a Clivia flowering instead so I’m quite happy anyway 🙂
Have a great day despit Your back!
Christer.
March 22, 2013 at 4:55 pm
Christer,
I just filled a couple of bird feeders and couldn’t sit down fast enough because of the back pain. I hurried into the house to the closest chair. My back hasn’t been like this in a while. Tomorrow.
A lot of ours has also melted away, but the deck still had some so my shoes were wet and I had no place dry for the feed bags. The streets are dry as is my driveway. Big chucks of snow fall from the trees. Another warm day like this and the snow will be gone except from the lawns.
I took my two pills and then I took my nap!
March 22, 2013 at 6:46 pm
Winter has decided not to finish in your neck of the woods regardless that the sun has crossed the equator on it’s way north. Last week in Toronto I saw a few snow flurries and hope to not see that sight again until December at the earliest.
I have never seen a Christmas cactus. When house plants were all the rage in the early 1980s I could kill any house plant including a cactus. Various girl friends would feel sorry for me and give me a potted plant that, according to them, was indestructible. Somehow I managed to kill it before the relationship with the woman also soured. In those days potted plants and relationships had about the same life span, short.
A pain in the back is almost as nasty as a pain in the neck. My mother used to tell us that we kids were pains in her neck so it must be a terrible pain. Our ancestors married early and had kids sooner rather than later because forty was considered ancient. I am not sure that our bodies were designed to make it 60 plus years. As long as my mind remains relatively together I can put up with a little pain in my bones. I hope your x-ray goes well and you can be helped by modern medical science. Back doctors usually proscribe losing weight, doing more exercise and stretching to relive back pain.
March 22, 2013 at 8:57 pm
Bob,
Luckily the snow disappeared quickly and was falling off the tree limbs all day. Another day like today, and it will be gone.
I have a few plants thirty years old. A little water, a bit of fertilizer and they do just fine. Try a jade plant. It needs to be watered only once a month.
That’s exactly what back doctors prescribe. I try and walk more, but then my back starts to hurt. The last two days have been awful. Today is a bit bettered so maybe the end is close. I do have a muscle relaxant which seems to be doing the job.
Warm weather will be here in a while. I jut have to learn to be patient.
March 22, 2013 at 8:37 pm
A damaged back is no small concern and I will think positively for Kat et al. We had a half foot of snow mixed with hail fall early Wednesday morning. It was done in ten minutes and I am not exaggerating. I went out with he dogs to check the gardens in the earliest light and my covers worked.(the storm was predicted).
There are some nesting Cardinals in the Red Tip Photinia closest to my back fence. There was the mother cardinal with her wings outstretched over her nest and shivering. By evening the ice was gone except for the places that were shadow all day. and the Cardinal male was singing his song and calling his mate to feed while he distracted any danger about. I wrote a poem about the Cardinals for may children many years ago.
The Little House That Sways In The Wind
I know you don’t know me but I am your friend
I live behind your house,
In the little house that sways in the wind.
I remember the day when you first came to stay
At the house on the corner of fifteenth and main.
I sang you my song and fluffed up my fluff
To show you I’m little but I’m very tough.
I know you don’t know me but I am your friend
I live in the little house that sways in the wind.
I watched as you played when the weather was nice
And as the snow covered the ground once or twice.
I laughed as you ran like a cat from the rain
And was sad when you cried from a hurtie in pain.
I know you don’t know me but I am your friend
I live in the little house that sways in the wind.
I see you each day that you set off to school
And welcome you back in the mid-afternoon.
I look for you putting the seed out to share
And sing my song clearly so you’ll know I’m there.
I know you don’t know me but I am your friend
I live behind your house,
In the little house that sways in the wind.
March 22, 2013 at 9:04 pm
Beto,
We had the same amount of snow but no hail. My gardens are just starting to bloom with the early flowers like snowdrops, crocus and hyacinths. I saw a daffodil bud yesterday, and it still stands above the snow.
My backyard feeders were filled with gold finches, chickadees, nuthatches, a couple of house finches and titmice. They managed to empty all the feeders so I trudged through the snow to fill all of them, even the suet.
That poem is wonderful. I loved it, and I’m not even a little kid. It is the thought of the bit watching me, the bird my friend.
March 23, 2013 at 12:37 am
“Monkey poop coffee”? Reckon I missed this on the first reference but I’m amused by the description. Merely suggests the poop of a monkey or…?
March 23, 2013 at 9:28 am
Does not suggest monkey poop. Is monkey poop. The monkey digesting the coffee berry and pooping the indigestible bean is part of the process (except now they use civet cats).
Here’s the wiki http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kopi_Luwak
🙂 🙂 🙂
March 23, 2013 at 11:19 am
Thanks, Caryn, for explaining. I guess the idea of coffee poop isn’t universally loved!
March 23, 2013 at 11:17 am
Rowen,
Caryn is correct. It is actually from poop, now civet poop but poop nonetheless.