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It makes a change from the freezing seas
Indeed, it is snowing. I left the house through drifts that came up past my knees. I took my camera.
Early in the morning, before the snow really got going.
Later in the afternoon, when the going had been got.
For the first time all winter, I had to leave the house wearing my leather jacket instead of corduroy. It did not occur to me to take a picture of the drifts past my knees, but our street had been ploughed in only the most technical sense—it was actually blocked by a car that had stalled out sideways in the snow a few houses down from ours; the hood was up and the driver was on the phone—and most of the side streets presented the same slogging prospect.
I liked the lighting of snow against the brick. Not pictured: the two people who went by the end of the street on skis.
I liked the reflection, too: a pane of winter. Gerda, look behind it for Kay.
It wasn't quite whiteout conditions, but the end of School Street disappeared in the snow.
By way of postscript, the counterpoint to this morning.
By the time I returned, the third-floor neighbors were heroically clearing the thigh-high drifts between our front door and the merely ankle-high drifts of the street; I offered a hand, was assured they had it under control, related my parents' story of moving up from Philly just in time for the Blizzard of '78 to the neighbor who was shouting with each shovelful, "Why did I move to Boston?" It is still snowing, clouds and snow-wreaths skirling in the streetlight. I feel I should be watching Scott of the Antarctic (1948). I believe the plan for tonight is actually Ice Station Zebra (1968).
Early in the morning, before the snow really got going.
Later in the afternoon, when the going had been got.
For the first time all winter, I had to leave the house wearing my leather jacket instead of corduroy. It did not occur to me to take a picture of the drifts past my knees, but our street had been ploughed in only the most technical sense—it was actually blocked by a car that had stalled out sideways in the snow a few houses down from ours; the hood was up and the driver was on the phone—and most of the side streets presented the same slogging prospect.
I liked the lighting of snow against the brick. Not pictured: the two people who went by the end of the street on skis.
I liked the reflection, too: a pane of winter. Gerda, look behind it for Kay.
It wasn't quite whiteout conditions, but the end of School Street disappeared in the snow.
By way of postscript, the counterpoint to this morning.
By the time I returned, the third-floor neighbors were heroically clearing the thigh-high drifts between our front door and the merely ankle-high drifts of the street; I offered a hand, was assured they had it under control, related my parents' story of moving up from Philly just in time for the Blizzard of '78 to the neighbor who was shouting with each shovelful, "Why did I move to Boston?" It is still snowing, clouds and snow-wreaths skirling in the streetlight. I feel I should be watching Scott of the Antarctic (1948). I believe the plan for tonight is actually Ice Station Zebra (1968).
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It's wonderful to come in after being out and to have something warm to drink (in my case, instant cocoa with rum!)
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It's beautiful. It's supposed to continue well into tonight!
It's wonderful to come in after being out and to have something warm to drink (in my case, instant cocoa with rum!)
I miss hot cocoa! Maybe I will just heat some goat's milk.
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No worries! I like goat's milk with honey. I drink it most nights when I can get the goat's milk.
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So far, so good!
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The majestic icebreaking seal, found popularly in the Northwest Passage.
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Thank you! Fortunately, it is not far to wade from our front steps to the street.
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After all the buildup, I was worried it would not be a real storm. It is.
Definitely watch something winter/ice themed...
Will report back!
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I rememember remembering the Blizzard of '78 if that makes sense. I don't actually rememember it but I remember talking to/listening to my mom talk about going out in it with me in my new pink snowsuit.
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We have some nice icicles outside the windows, too.
I don't actually rememember it but I remember talking to/listening to my mom talk about going out in it with me in my new pink snowsuit.
That makes sense to me. Are there photographs of you from that time?
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Yeah, my parents took a lot of photos of me up until I was 7 or so. I remember the picture of my mom standing next to a snowdrift over her head that had a waist high ridge, and she put me on the ridge beside her. And it's not that I directly remember that but I remember remmebering the excitement of the unfamiliar coldness and how high I was off the ground.
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But happily it was indeed not wet. So at least tomorrow the car probably will be covered in mostly snow, rather than ice.
I hope we get some warm weather before much more snow comes, as opposed to half a decade ago when we kept getting clobbered, and MA ran out of room for plowed snow, and the outside unit for our central air got iced over and needed rescuing. (Tip: pour water slowly over ice for best effect, otherwise most of water will run off without accomplishing anything. You can try this on your own, such as on a plane flight, when you have a cup full of ice and a can or cup of soda/juice, and compare dumping it all over the ice or slowly dripping/dribbling it over targeted bits of ice.)
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American English is less standardized than it thinks.
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But I know very few Americans who use spellings like "colour," defence," or "recognise" unless they are being deliberately British, whereas ones like "plough," "grey," and "theatre" are widely accepted alternatives. I don't know what governs the latter category, but it definitely exists. And the Oxford comma is basically flip a coin nowadays.
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*) I was thinking specifically of a friend's childhood experience of a teacher marking "grey" incorrect.
*) I was also thinking that "theatre" is a bit over-represented, because people using that word tend to be Shakespeare fans.
*) I have personally been immersed in Alan Moore prose so much for the past few years that I have recently found myself inadvertently using the -our ending for color, flavor, etc. and having to correct myself. Which in turn reminds me of the period in high school when, being on a diet of Doctor Who, Monty Python, and Hitchhiker's, I found myself unintentionally slipping into a British accent sometimes.
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I'm sure of it. I have been published or reprinted in markets that prefer "gray," even though I use the other spelling myself. But I also see a lot of "grey" in American publications and I don't see a pattern to it.
I was also thinking that "theatre" is a bit over-represented, because people using that word tend to be Shakespeare fans.
I was thinking of the number of theaters that use the spelling, like the Somerville.
I have personally been immersed in Alan Moore prose so much for the past few years that I have recently found myself inadvertently using the -our ending for color, flavor, etc. and having to correct myself.
That's really interesting.
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We had a beautifully sunny, though cold, day here, and I was actually wondering earlier if we're going to get through the whole winter without any snowfall at all. I did see a little up at my mother's before and after Christmas, but even that was only just barely enough to cover the ground.
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Exactly! Now it looks like winter.
I did see a little up at my mother's before and after Christmas, but even that was only just barely enough to cover the ground.
I wish you enough snow to feel real, but not to be massively inconvenient to you.
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I've had a beautiful weekend, blue skies, barely a breeze, almost spring-likewhereas my mother and sister, a couple of hundred miles further north, were hit by Storm Malik on Saturday and are waiting for Storm Corrie tonight (I'm guessing the odd alphabetical order means they were named by different European Met Agencies). I've just spoken to them a couple of minutes ago and my sister reports her fence blew down (it wasn't in great shape to start with), the garden table blew over, twice, and they had several panes blown out of the greenhouse. So definitely windy up there.
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I like being out in it, but my feelings have been known to alter when waiting for buses or otherwise trying to get home.
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It has finally stopped, but I'm still impressed.
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Thank you!
(Is your icon of snow-covered trees near you?)
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Still all over the place today!
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I'm seeing posts from Canada, the US, Finland and Russia and we seem to be the only place with no snow!
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I wish you some posthaste!
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Sounds legit to me.