It Isn't Pink

The meteorologists were right about the snow, but they sure messed up with their predictions about what color it would be.  The map clearly showed our part of the state would be covered with Pink Snow.

 
Someone forgot to add the food coloring, apparently.  All we got was White.

 See?  It's just Plain White.  Like always.  This picture was taken about 3PM this afternoon.

 I went out in the Back Eight this morning to retrieve the plant stand in preparation for bringing all the seedlings in the house.  When I talked to Carl at noon he talked me out of moving all the plants, "I don't think you need to haul them in.  Let's leave 'em out there and see what happens."

Well, you heard it here.  I'm leaving them out there and we'll see what happens.  (Keeping fingers crossed that there will be no power outages.)

The storm didn't get a good start until around 1PM and then it really decided to dump on us.  I went out several times during the afternoon and whacked the snow off the greenhouse roof from the inside so the plastic wouldn't tear or sag too much.

 When Carl came home, he went out and did some 'whompering' (I know, it's not a word, but I like it, as it is an apt description of the noise it makes when one whompers the plastic.)  I had a good giggle watching the snow fly up in the air from the house with every whomp, so I made a little movie of it:

I didn't work on the Peony lamp today, though Carl did when he got home from work, adding some reinforcement wires to the inside for strength.  The next step will be to solder all the inside joints.  Maybe tomorrow.

Late this morning, I went over to see my friend Ann for a little bit and helped create some Shish kabobs.  I have lived on this planet for 53 years and have never actually been in the presence of a Shish Kabob before, so this was a true first for me.  And, I assisted in the creation of some, too, by shishing ham, cheese and pineapple Kabobs onto the wooden Shish Sticks, or are they Kabob Sticks?  Well, however it goes, that's what I did this morning. 

When I got home from Ann's, I was restless.  Luckily I had walked Teddy and Pudding dogs this morning before the snowstorm, because no one wanted to be out in this mess if they could avoid it.  For those of you with dogs, you know how they have to sniff and walk around in circles to find just THE right place to do their duty?  Funny how fast they can get down to business during a blizzard; that is if you can get them out of the door when they see the storm raging.  They looked up at me with those pathetic little faces, stared out the door and shrugged and sauntered off casually as if to say, "Oh, that's OK, I really don't have to go.  Maybe later."  Oh, not so fast, Fido.  Outside with you.

It kept snowing this afternoon and I kept thinking I could do something to make things seem Springier around here.  That's when I got the idea to switch out the antique stained glass window we had up since March with the Spring Window we built a few years ago to try to cheer me up.

It helped a little bit.

It will be some time before we see Poppies in the garden.

 And Daffodils are bent under the weight of

  all this snow:

 

Poor Blue Spruce on a Stick....I whompered the snow off of it around 10PM tonight.

The tulips are buried too.

And thankfully,

 The iris aren't up yet.  

As the evening wore on, we ate supper and then Carl went out and whompered the greenhouse some more.  I'm not sure how much snow we've gotten already, but it's really piling up:

Dave's car, about five hours into the storm.

 

I ran down to the end of the driveway and took some pictures of the yard around 10PM.  The snow was still coming down.

The wind is still howling and we have a long night ahead of us.  I'll have to get up and whomper a few more times tonight, but it's a small price to pay for

these tiny, innocent seedlings.

Wish me luck.  I'm gonna need it.