How Does Your Garden Grow?

and obligatory bitching whining (wingeing) about the weather.

 

Bitter cold start to the week. Temperatures didn't improve much through the rest of the week.

 

The cardinal stopped by for a snack.

 

The day before the storm. Red sky in the morning sailor take warning. This adage proved to be so true.

 

Birds flocked to the feeder during the Bomb Cyclone. That's what the weather dudes were calling the storm. I heard it was because the satellite view of the storm showed a definite eye wall as seen in a hurricane and as the storm moved up the coast, its energy just exploded.  Maybe they just needed a new and sensational title as Stormaggedon, Snowpocalypse have already been used.

 

There wasn't much bird activity (that I saw before the storm), but during the storm, the birds flocked to the feeder. You would think they would be hunkered down some place. 

And in the middle of this, Verizon sent a technician to connect us to Internet, phone, and cable.  We thought they would have cancelled. I mentioned to the tech that the governor had said non-essential personnel stay off the roads. He said, communications was considered essential. He said Verizon was more reliable than the post office, and he said it with pride. Hope he made it home safely.

 

There was a good 10 inches maybe even a foot of snow, Thursday afternoon during the first pass at shoveling. On the coast, the snow was heavy and wet. Inland where I am, I was reminded that the snow was fluffy and light. That's like saying the heat in desert climes is a dry heat.

 

The wind was fierce and kept blowing the singing bells off their hooks. The ground was solidly frozen so no chance of pulling them up.

 

With all the snow blowing and drifting, none settled in the branches of the Japanese maple and the maple was still holding on to its leaves!

 

Model shoot for the cover of Avalanche magazine.

 

Friday, the day after the storm. Hard to tell how much snow we actually got as there was so much blowing and drifting. Nearly 23 inches in a spot near the back birdfeeder.

 

The South solar array completely buried. The snow on the roof made it both dangerous and exciting to shovel a path to and around the condenser. All that snow could come crashing down. Brushing snow away behind the condenser, I disturbed a little critter, a mouse of a mole. He leaped into the snow bank. I don't know who was more startled. Wait, I do know. It was me.

 

You never would have guess I had shoveled a path to the birdfeeders. Blowing and drifting snow undid all my hard work.

 

I'm happy to report the mailbox survived the plows during this storm.

 

The temps are still in the single digits. The wind has been howling the past few days and wind chill temps are in the dangerous zone. I'm glad we're safe and warm inside the dollhouse.  Lots of people in coastal towns didn't have it so easy during the storm. Astronomical high tides and fierce winds caused major flooding in Boston and surrounding cities and towns. 

I hope today finds your safe and warm in your home. And your weather sunny, a lot warmer, and no snow.