Another American Adventure: winter, again

Saturday, January 14, 2012

winter, again

It snowed almost all day yesterday and some last night. More this afternoon. 18 degrees this morning. We were supposed to go to the movies last night with friends, but opted out. The traffic is moving ok, but I didn't even go out yesterday. We're in hibernation mode.

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BarbaraJanuary 14, 2012 at 6:04 AM
Me, too. Cabin fever outbreak! Over two days, we had about 10 inches of snow. Looks lovely, but the snow clearance is rather slow. It is also below 0 F. I hope the Angel Ray will show up soon to complete the job of removing snow from in front of my car shelter.
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beth cioffolettiJanuary 14, 2012 at 6:08 AM
Oh my, you're colder than we are! Maybe Angel Ray get be there when it warms up some. I'm still a nervous snow driver, but think I will venture over to the park today.
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.