Saturday, April 16 snow blanket |
Our HHR Grey Goose Saturday AM |
April 19 2:00PM Out our front window |
This morning, April 19, the white stuff began to fall as I departed for my book club meeting, Jerry's words, "take the HHR, it won't stick and will be gone soon." Famous last words. 90 minutes later the white was coming down like a wintry blizzard and there sat the Grey Goose totally covered in the parking lot after book club. Well the windshield wipers did their job, but I had to scoot the wet white stuff from the side windows and there I was without gloves or a snow scraper! The snow was still coming down so, blowing lofty white fluff sideways but it was not unpleasantly cold and the flakes were huge, prisms to the eyes and eyelashes, so I went on to the post office and then returned home. All the while I'm thinking this surely will cease soon and the sun will come out, shades of Annie.
Oh that's "The sun'll come out Tomorrow, Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow There'll be sun! Just thinkin' about Tomorrow it's only a day away." Meantime today I have committed to help Sue box up books from the garage the Friends of the Library are losing as book sale site with the sale of the elderly partroness' home. Well, she said 2:00PM and surely it will stop by then.
Hah you can see from the photo taken from our front window, looking out onto what was a cleared rose garden (on Wednesday) that at 2:00 today the snow continued weaving a white sparkle all around the air and ground. But uptown the Goose took me, only Sue had decided phooey too. We will try again tomorrow when this spring nuisance subsides.
We gained a white cover of about 3 to 4 inches all over the town on all our lawns, which discourages the robins who cannot retrieve the worms that retreat into the earth below the remains of the mulch, down into the warmth. Our streets and roads are clear as the "nuisance snow" lives up to its name. To me, April should not have snow, but here we are in Minnesota where after all my friends who make the best of a bad situation say, "it could be worse it could be a tornado or a flood or a fire or an earthquake or some of the devastation that the rest of the country suffers. Here along the Blufflands, it might be white for a day but glorious green is underneath."
Spring, spring where fore art thou?
Harumph, Juliet, just wait it out!