Another American Adventure: yet one more snow

Monday, March 25, 2013

yet one more snow

We keep saying that that's the last of the snow, and then we get more. What is it about Mondays? Last Monday was the ice day and this morning we woke up to about 6 inches of snow on the ground!

Jubilee took one look out and turned around to go back to the cave.

Here comes the sidewalk plow.

At least the spring flowers are blooming inside!
I think we will stay home today.

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BarbaraMarch 25, 2013 at 12:25 PM
That snowstorm skirted us. We got sun and 5 C temps (43 F). Hope it is all melted by Easter. Don't you love those sidewalk plows? The city cleared the snow off the other side of my street today.

Took my boyz to the vet for the annual check up. Had no trouble getting around and even finding a convenient parking spot. They passed, by the way. Bogey has a touch of gingivitis, though.
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beth cioffolettiMarch 25, 2013 at 1:29 PM
It sounds like lovely weather in Montreal! Still dark dreary and slushy over here. Heard on the radio that the sun will come out on Friday and be in the 40s here. Yeah! Good health news for the boyz. Jubilee fare so well up here in the cooler weather and has adjusted well to being an apartment dog.
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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.