Musings on the recent Snowpocalyspe…
A place for every season! 9:30 AM, the day after the historic snow storm ended, the sparkling white wonderland is pristine under a bright blue sky and brilliant sun rising, accentuating the trees shadows crisscrossing the landscape covered by a three and a half foot blanket of pure fluffy white snow. Drifts in places top five feet.
Our street in Essex ends in a cul-de-sac. The bows of the fir trees on the island in the middle are all drooping. Heavy with their white blankets, they stand out tall and majestic against the sapphire blue backdrop. The snow is way too deep for the squirrels. The quiet that comes after storms like this is interrupted occasionally by the chirp of a hungry bird. Trees in the woods on either the side and back of our house are etched in white, and low lying bushes bend over with the weight of the snow.
Son Graham and family live at the bottom of the cul-de-sac, we are next door. Both houses are deep into the pie shaped lots. Early in the storm, a large tree fell blocking all traffic from the entrance road. No snowplows or traffic of any sort have disturbed the Curry and Ives-like scene.
Days like this are made for grandchildren. Our four will have no trouble sleeping again tonight.
Graham has just started now blowing our older neighbors’ driveways. He did ours first. What a great day!!
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