|My Spring Fantasy|
But then my pessimistic thoughts kick in and I worry about the logistics of having a stream so close to my abode. This looks to be a flood plain, doesn't it? All it would take is one good gully-washer of a thunderstorm and there goes my pretty stone cottage floating downstream taking all the landscaping with it. Sheesh, so much for pleasant daydreams about Spring, huh?
The reality of Spring in Wisconsin is much different from the pastoral painting. Here's what it looked like out my kitchen window this morning:
|The First Day of Spring: Blowing Snow|
Carl said he'd handle the chore, which is unusual for him. His stance on snow removal has been historically nonchalant.
"We don't need to plow or snow blow, it will all be gone by July anyway. Why work so hard?"
But on Tuesday night, even Carl felt there was a definite need to get rid of some of the white stuff. I'd been cooped up in the house all day and was rarin' to go. I hadn't driven the tractor since November and I miss it.
Carl drove me up the road to Mom's house so I didn't have to walk headfirst in the high winds. When we got to Mom's driveway it was impassable, too. But there were truck tracks in her yard so Carl parked his car on the road and went in to find out who had been there (It was amazing they hadn't gotten stuck!) while I warmed up the tractor. Turns out, Mom's furnace went on the blink and she had called the furnace repairman who had just left to go get some parts. And no, she hadn't called me to tell me she didn't have heat. She's so independent yet, but I do worry, which is why I suppose she doesn't tell me anything.
With the tractor running and warmed up a bit, I lifted the snowblower up with the hydraulics and cautiously engaged the power take off shaft and then revved up the rpms on the tractor as I backed into the first snowbank. The blower is over 5' wide, so it takes a lot of horsepower and I had to ride the clutch constantly so the engine won't bog down, but it's amazing how fast I could clear the snow. I made two passes down the driveway and was on my third trip when the furnace guy arrived again. He must have thought I was done because he parked in my way, but he was nice enough to move his van so I could get by him and drive down to our house, too.
|Ernie the Urn looking forlorn (and still wearing Christmas lights!)|
I met our town snowplow on the road and we exchanged the standard two finger salute as we passed each other. The township we live in does an amazing job of keeping our little side roads clear. Back in my childhood we would have been snowed in for days before the county would have gotten around to our dirt trail. That has all changed in the last twenty years, we're no longer cut off from civilization after a blizzard. They wing out the ditches as far as they can with their plows. Sometimes they get over a little too far; a few weeks ago Carl came home to find our mailbox lying in the middle of the road, poor thing. I'll have to get Mom to do some touch up work on the flowers she painted on it.
|Frost on the windows, reminiscent of ferns to me|
After the chores were done, I tried to capture some of the snow banks left behind by the wind. I should have worn gloves because it was only ten above zero, but I find gloves to be a nuisance when I'm trying to photograph stuff. So, with no further ado, here's the stuff I photographed:
|Aaargh is almost level with snow.|
|East Quarry Hill, only a few rocks sticking out.|
|Waves of snow, frozen in motion|
|'Fat Albert' spruce and accompanying snow sculpture|
|I was amazed by the shape of this drift, about 3' tall.|
If I was standing in front of this drift, I would look Small, so trust me, this is a BIG pile of snow. Ha.
|The other side of the temporary mountain. I wish we could get rocks this size.|
|Snowbanks distort the tree shadows in weird ways, too.|
Spring will get here soon enough and all the outdoor madness will begin again.
But not until it thaws. Until then, I'm a Gardener on Vacation.
Please don't hate me 'cause I'm lazy.
And a procrastinator.
|Yep, guilty as charged. Christmas decorations in March.|
There's two deer in there. Somewhere.
We'll find 'em by July.