One Bottled Starbucks + Freshly Fallen Snow = Yum.

Enjoy the scenery.

Lousy satellite connection. No more blogging today.
c
One Bottled Starbucks + Freshly Fallen Snow = Yum.

Enjoy the scenery.

Lousy satellite connection. No more blogging today.
c
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well, if they’re going to call it “Snowmageddon” that’s a pretty fly way to spend it
The sun peeked out for a few minutes, and I foolishly spent a half hour walking to the mailbox. No mail. Of course.
Lovely walk, but expecting mail was kind of dumb.
There goes the sun again.
Had a murder of crows under my window, looking for peanuts. If it weren’t for the glass, I could have touched them. The crows, I mean.
Shoveled snow. I feel quite fit, I do.
Will shovel more snow later. I may be fit, but now I am tired.
You shovel snow… just to make room for the more snow that is coming your way (or at least, so I understand).
Meanwhile in LA, we’ve had rain. We’ve actually had rain that has SLOWED DOWN L.A.! (*gasp*) People told to stay home, off the road! (That was yesterday.)
Yes, because if we do not periodically shovel the snow, you end up having to walk through two feet of snow every time you go out the door.
It’s also the same reason the Transportation Department shovels the roads while it is snowing. You can drive through three inches of snow, you can’t drive through three feet of snow.
Yeah. It’s been a long time since I’ve had to do that. I also remember the nasty piles the plows leave across the foot of the driveway (my dad was the one to tackle those). We moved to Houston when I was 16. Haven’t had to deal with shoveling since then.
The snow looks cool. And cold. And super-icy. I’m swiping these photos to pull out when it hits 115° this summer.
It is so very beautiful here. I took lots of photos! Great Ovanan reference!
More importantly, I spend time looking for fresh snow for my drinks that doesn’t have animal tracks in it.
… we have flowers blooming and bees buzzing.
what a place for the Olympics.
“Snowmageddon” … bah. Not to make light of what happened, but coming from Nebraska, epic snowstorms are blizzards. High winds. Lots of snowfall. Subzero temperatures. Frost on the INSIDE of windows. Lots of babies nine months later.
I do like your “Tai Chi tree”. (The two parallel branches are an arm and leg. See it?)
I love shoveling snow, especially at night, when there isn’t much traffic, there’s a soft reflective glow from the cloud cover, and everything is muffled.
Oh, and for those who might get stuck in a snow storm? Don’t eat snow if you’re thirsty. You’ll lose body heat from melting the snow in your mouth. Melt it over a fire, boiling if possible.
Yeah, well you are used to it. I am not used to 5 feet of snow. I haven’t been able to drive my car for almost two weeks.
What I recall from my teen band years was a festival featuring a guest band from Alaska. After less than a half hour in the marching competition, the delicate northern flowers were dropping like flies. Every ambulance in the county was carting those poor kids away.
I don’t shovel snow at night because there is no light out here at all unless the moon is out. We live on a mountain.
That said, the full moon on snow..GAWGEOUS!
And I am getting used to the cold. The other day I went out to attend the bird feeder in nothing but my pajamas and a pair of boots.