Showing posts with label it is spring even though it is snowing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label it is spring even though it is snowing. Show all posts

Monday, March 25, 2013

Say What?

 
     It was an interesting weekend in south central Illinois (and many other places). On Saturday, we decided to escape the house and go shopping because we knew what was coming on Sunday. It was in the 50's Saturday, sunny and gorgeous, I didn't need a coat! It was still in the high 40's when we went to bed Saturday night.
 
     When we got up Sunday morning, we had a little less than 2 inches of snow, but the warnings kept getting worse. They kept talking about the snow along an interstate corridor and I can see that interstate from my house...so we knew we were in for something. What we didn't expect was Thunder Snow! The sky opened up around noon and the snow was coming down so fast, the visibility was next to nothing and we had large claps of thunder and big bolts of lightning. It was crazy. I seriously don't remember the last time we had this much snow. So, of course we had to go out and play in it.
 
     I decided I was going to make a snow Easter egg while my husband was scooping the snow off the driveway. It was a very heavy wet snow and our conversation went something like this...
 
"It's so pretty out here"
"I know"
"I'm going to make an egg...haven't made a snowman since the kids were little"
"Ok, I'll scoop"
"look at my little egg"
"uh-huh"
"my back hurts, I have to stay bent over to roll the egg bigger"
"mine hurts too, the snow is really heavy"
"I can't get up, I'm stuck down here"
"uh-huh"
"don't have a heart attack, you aren't that young anymore"
"neither are you"
"I'm freezing"
"I'm sweating"
"This was more fun when I was 10"
"uh-huh"
"Does it look like an Easter egg?"
"sort of"
 
 
     Somehow, in our minds we were still about 10-years-old and we were going to have fun in the snow! Well, it was fun, but it was hard work and the backs of my legs can really feel it today. It is so frustrating when the 50-something body can't do what it used to be able to do!
 
     It was still snowing when we got up this morning, but lightly. We got somewhere in the 8-10 inch range of snow, just north of us they got 18 inches. Everything is closed today for a huge portion of the state. This will be a Palm Sunday we talk about for many years.

Miss Zoe has never seen this much snow!
 

The pussy willows and shrubs were covered
with buds, I hope we don't lose them.
 

 
We are supposed to be back in the 50's by the end of the week,
so thankfully this won't last but it certainly gave us something to talk about!

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Spring Has Sprung!


I'm a little late to the party today. I decided that since it is 68 degrees here today (yesterday we woke to 4 inches of snow) I would put out some spring things. I seem to be into birds this year...the little nest above was a recent purchase and I found the moss birdhouse on my last trip to TJMaxx. I couldn't decide if I loved it or if it was odd, but it is growing on me!


     I added a few books, more birds, a vintage bluebird advertising print and changed my picture from a winter look to a white tulip...the top of the china cabinet is done! I hope you have the warm sunshine that we have today!


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Friday, March 25, 2011

Spring


Very Early Spring

The fields are snowbound no longer;
There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green.
The snow has been caught up into the sky--
So many white clouds--and the blue of the sky is cold.
Now the sun walks in the forest,
He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers;
They shiver, and wake from slumber.
Over the barren branches he shakes his yellow curls.
Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears....
A wind dances over the fields.
Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter,
Yet the little blue lakes tremble
And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver.

by Katherine Mansfield (1888-1923)