From where we left off, the snow and ice were vanishing and for the day the clouds were parting.
The trees were free from ice coating their branches.
It dumped, all overnight on the weekend. I heard it was going to snow, but I was surprised, nonetheless— just how much it dumped.
And then the climate got to be so warm that by the next day, the white stuff melted and vanished from the trees… or, all but vanished because what collected on the ground is really wet and clumpy.
And slush. It’s a good thing I have better shoes, because my feet would be completely soaked wearing the old ones. Walking out there today, your feet just… sink into water, pretty much.
And the full-blown puddles toward the end of the driveway grew. A tiny river ran down the side of the street(s) again.
I may have to work around the snow puddles to get my walk on— my (slushy) constitutional, but at least the trees are free!
It was warm enough that you can see the dripping in the above photo. I could hear thuds on the back porch recently that may as well be what’s left of the icicles falling. …I’m not sure the raccoons would want to bother with these conditions.
And now that the bottoms of my pants are dry, I can go to bed at a more normal time. My circadian rhythm had drifted into to the point of inversion— going to sleep around noon. It doesn’t get any worse than that. …Or maybe it can. I’m thinking I don’t want to find out.
Well, until next time, Good night!