The snow is officially gone, even in parking lots. And it’s not unusual to say that about Maine, that it takes until the middle of April for the white stuff to be completely gone.
We’ve been getting warm, sunny days now. The skies have been so blue since Thursday that brown tree bark has a slight violet tint to the eye. And according to the birds— out in full swing, braving rain showers— it is fully spring in Maine this week. Since last posting, there have been days that felt like summer— how unexpectedly warm it got.
The snow is almost gone.
I keep forgetting it’s spring. It’s supposed to be the season that follows winter, the way the animals are out— the squirrels running about, hopping onto… snow banks. Last Wednesday was incredibly windy. I remember the car being pushed around. I couldn’t be out walking in the park for long since the wind chill was freezing my face; I more jogged than walked that day. It was also the day London was attacked… I’ll let the news reports speak for that. Suffice it to say, Wednesday kind of sucked for many.
As for today, it is raining. And for that, it’s a good thing my mother bought me new shoes, recently, despite the fact that she did so against my wishes (I was there, saying ‘no’ repeatedly) and the fact that they don’t fit. It’s days like this that test how waterproof said shoes are. (Sigh, and boy, over $40 bucks of labor to be walked through mud repeatedly with my daily walk…)
It shows that the rain has let up that there were mini-lakes when I went out just before noon for the first sixteen passes of my walk… and to find “junk” mail. The above image had a large stream; now you can only see the effects of the water. (…And in trying to find a good word for said affects in the sand, I stumbled upon this article. (Yeah, make our streams and waterways “great” again by allowing the dying coal industry to pollute them. The ignorance is strong with this one.))
But instead of getting into politics… even though government tends to make or allow things to get worse no matter the stripes or colors… I will now reveal some of the fruits of my photography labor by documenting the progression of spring so far Continue reading Spring update
It’s now six hours past vernal equinox in the northern hemisphere, otherwise known as the beginning of spring. (At least on the calendar.) Different kinds of flies have been hatching over the last few days (and, in seeing my share of nature programs, those that hatch too early die). …And, according to my nose, there was a skunk was outside, last night.
Yes, there’s still a lot of snow left over from the season. Lucky for Maine, blizzard Stella veered off into the Atlantic Ocean. Other states had more “fun.”
But the white stuff is melting fast under direct sunlight. Here’s the path hours after the storm ended (only three days prior):
Not to mention (however, mentioning now) the final stretch of how much we had to shovel just to get the trash and recycling bin out of the snow, let alone the car out of the driveway…
Stella contributed a height of 15¾”, measuring along the path, so it shows the drifts affected my measurements in the overnight post. A peak of some 30,000 without power and a few traffic accidents over low visibility… the effects of the storm were more of a short-term pain in Maine. Massachusetts got major flooding.
Even on Thursday, the snow was visibly melting. (It should be noted that the March 16 photos were taken with the other camera, so the quality is a bit lacking.) At Back Cove, you can see the trees affected the snow drifts:
And where there were no trees, it was an obstacle course getting my walk on at Back Cove given all the thick snow.
The snowbanks at the Hannaford parking lot should give you an impression of what was plowed in southern Maine.
And in other lots…
Well, it’s a brand new day, and the beginning of a new, tiring work week. And at the end of the week, March 26, British Summer Time will begin in Great Britain, putting us back into sync of five hours in separation, with our Daylight Savings Time, eastern U.S.
Considering I got only four hours sleep, I’m heading back to bed. Until next time…
It wouldn’t be winter in Maine without more accumulation in March. And maybe April.
The blizzard moving through the northeast hit Maine Tuesday morning. And according to a recent forecast, our county is apparently one of the few in the state to get the most snow. And so, after being in bed until about 3 p.m. (I needed the sleep), I began taking photos, and shoveling, and measuring, first measuring with the shovel itself.
Through light rain and evaporation, the snow is gradually disappearing around these parts, uncovering brown leaves left on the ground.
Precipitation this week has been very light. The weather in March so far has been cold and occasionally drizzly, but okay.
However, fallen branches in the above photo should give you an impression of the strong winds that came a few days. With Thursday’s winds, I could hear the tree branches above knocking/clacking into each other; my daily walk that day felt a bit precarious. Some days it can feel like spring— warm enough you could walk outside without a jacket, not to mention some flies out early; and some days the wind chill reminds you that it’s still winter. (With wind chills like -18°F on Sunday… yeah, it’s best to stay in doors.) Continue reading The last stretch of winter
Every now and then, we see the world catching up with itself in little ways, in turbulence and neglect, overwhelm and falling behind— a cycle of too fast and not fast enough until things meet up, in resolution or not. Because the world doesn’t live as one, and in my mind it’s not supposed to. (Sorry, John.)
Life will find a way. …Even if placed or seeded in a completely artificial environment.
So much seems to just squeak by unnoticed Continue reading Lazy, crazy days
All right. Enough dancing around the subject.
It is time to put some light on things.
And separate the real from the…
One day. Just one day, and the height of the snow turned ridiculous. (For us, anyway.)
That object you see sticking out, inserted into a snow bank in the front yard so it’s hitting solid ground, is a yard stick. Continue reading Snow canyons