Br-r-r-r-r

This morning it was a balmy 40 degrees F and snow had melted enough to reveal bare patches around the yard.(Good thing we got our cross country skiing in yesterday.) The sheet of snow on the barn roof was sliding off - I risked being dumped on by a small avalanche to take some photos.

Then this afternoon, the wind suddenly switched from southerly to northwesterly, the temperature dropped 20 degrees in an hour and continued to fall. Now it is zero degrees and extremely windy, which feels especially cruel after our spring-like morning. I'm not complaining, though; my relatives from Montana, North Dakota and northern Minnesota are in the grips of a true blizzard.
Here it's just darn cold.

Morning Ski

A couple years ago after of one of Rog's garage-cleaning sweeps we donated our X-C skiis to the thrift store. We hadn't had enough good snow to be able to use them more than a couple times in the dozen years since we moved to Rochester. And they were quite old-- I had purchased my red Epokes in 1975 with money from my after-school job. They were first generation fiberglass skiis and had absolutely no camber left.

Of course now that we live in a place where we can just step out the door and ski off into the woods, AND we have gorgeous snow, we wished we still had them. So yesterday, Rog suggested I keep my eyes open for some skiis when I next was at a thrift store. I took this as a directive and went straight to Salvation Army, where I had great success: I found 5 pairs of skiis (for everyone in the family, plus a spare in case one pair was crummy ($5/pair) and poles ($2/set). We had to go to Play It Again Sports for boots where we found decent used ones for Rog but I had to get comfortable, cozy, stylish new boots. (Too bad!)

As soon as we had swigged our morning coffee we took off on an early morning ski. It was predicted to get warm and melty this afternoon and we didn't want to miss our window of opportunity.

We skiied the perimeter of the pastures, then bushwhacked off into the woods. It conjured up memories of many good times skiing through the woods at Rog's parents' house on Stocking Lake when we were first married. Except that today it wasn't 20 below zero, and we were mostly skiing through tangly sumac and undergrowth rather than a nicely groomed trail cleared by Rog's father.

Next we skiied along the road and through the village of Douglas to the Douglas trail, a wonderful State bike/ski trail. We took it a mile or so before heading home. There was a strong, warm southerly wind and already the snow was becoming very sticky.

We probably lost about half of our snow cover today. Let it Snow!

Moonset

We noticed the full moon setting in the northwest at 6:31 a.m. this morning, just moments before it slipped behind a heavy bank of clouds rolling our way.
Yesterday morning I totally missed the moonset--I guess I was too distracted by the sunrise in the southeast.

Wovel-Snowblower Face-off

Our snowstorm only dropped about 6 inches of snow - although it's hard to tell exactly because it blows and drifts to such varying depths.
Rog and I had a Wovel-Snowblower competition in the driveway and parking area, and I hate to admit, the snowblower won(but only by a small margin). Each technology has its pros and cons: the snowblower does better on our very long stretch of driveway because it is fenced on both sides with hardly any room to pile the snow. And it leaves such perfect, tidy edges.The wovel is much more maneuverable near the house, doesn't blow snow back in your face and is quiet so it doesn't wake up the daughter who is still lazily still sleeping at 6 a.m. In a city setting, facing off with a smaller snowblower, I think the wovel would have the advantage.
The snowstorm has ended but it was still very gray and cold out today and I wasn't inspired to take photos, so I will post a few I took last weekend when it was sunny and warm enough that icicles formed along the roof of the barn.

Snowstorm

It has been quite windy the last few days and the little 3-foot lighted tree I planted in the top of my big concrete head sculpture blew over. Now he bears an uncanny resemblance to Lyle Lovett.
We are in the midst of a snowstorm tonight and may have as much as 11 inches of snow tomorrow morning. Rog will get to really put his (new used)snowblower to the test. I'll get out my wovel and we'll have a snow removal face-off!

Driftiness

After a lo-o-ong day sitting through a grantwriting workshop today, I was driving home in the late afternoon sun and noticed the wind had created beautiful flowing forms in the fresh snow along the ditch. The minute I got home I pulled on my boots, hat and scarf and headed out with my camera.





The air was brisk, but I didn't really notice until I returned home, numb-faced, into the wind.

When It Rains, It Stores

Rog noticed this wonderful oak wine barrel set out by the dumpster behind Andy's Liquor store when he was picking up a bottle of wine the other night. He asked about it when he was checking out and was told that they wouldn't mind if it just disappeared...so we loaded it in the back of our little Vibe and took it home to the farm. It's going to make the most lovely rain barrel next spring!