snowstorm
Thankful Thursday: the Fighting Iris edition
This beauty is blooming in my front yard, despite the 12+ inches of wet, heavy snow that fell on the bud a week ago.
Just goes to show, you can’t keep a good flower down.
The sun’s got the snow on the run
What a difference a day makes.
Friday Haiku
They unfurled their blooms
then snow fell like wet cement.
The iris prevailed.
Springtime in the Rocky Mountain foothills
Yesterday, the forecast said it would start snowing this evening. Instead, I woke to smothered flowers and shrubs in my front and back yards. I spent more than an hour outside with a broom, clearing snow from collapsed lilac bushes and apache plume shrubs. I’m probably going to lose my iris display this year. Again. And forget about the poppies.
Sigh.
The finches are handling it pretty well. We’d already called it a season and brought in the long extension cord that heats the bird bath, so that’s a bummer. I filled the dish with hot water this morning and the water has already turned slushy.
The snow’s supposed to continue through Friday and then on Saturday? This:
Wordless Wednesday: spring-in-Colorado edition
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Thankful Thursday: the moisture edition
The last couple weeks have been warm and DRY and windy and DRY, and I was starting to have serious anxiety about climate change. Don’t get me wrong, I know it’s still happening. But this wet snowfall is taking the edge off.
Who knew the white stuff could be a balm for the soul?
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Thankful Thursday: The sunshine edition
This is Zippy’s indoor weather station. As you can see, it’s sunny and 65 degrees outside. Granted, the outdoor thermometer is in direct sunlight right now so it’s really only 65 degrees against the bricks on the south side of the house. But still. Sixty-five degrees in January!
I’m going out for a run around the neighborhood and am looking forward to cruising past the snow piles lingering from last weekend’s storm.
Gotta love Colorado and its split-weather-personality.
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Wordless Wednesday: Finch feeding frenzy
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This is a first
We have about nine inches of snow on the deck railing which, in the past, would have resulted in a nine-inch muffin top on the patio table. Not this time (as Lucille Bluth might say). For whatever reason, the wrought iron surface acted as a sifter; snow fell through the holes and only piled up along the seams.
The snow looks a bit like fancy icing on a big round sheet cake. However, it’s much too cold to go outside for a taste. It’s currently 7 degrees.
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Wordless Wednesday: Frigid Edition
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The Snow Broke My Shovel
Woke up to about ten inches of snow on the deck railing.
The driveway had drifts about eighteen inches deep.
My shovel broke and you can probably figure out why.
Not including photos because everyone already knows what snow looks like.
Also, grumpy.
Wait. How about some happy-inducing cormorants from last May?
There.
All better.
Tracy Abell 