Someone trounced on Mother Nature’s toes … big time! You know who you are, so please apologize. We cannot blame this snow event on Old Man Winter, because, as you know, Winter does not arrive for another 40 days … on the calendar anyway. Besides, last week I saw a Tweet that said it may not be politically correct to blame bad Winter weather on Old Man Winter, because Winter should not have a gender. Yes, I was shaking my head too.
So you’ll pardon my pun, when I say this is how it shakes out for Southeast Michigan and countless cities across the nation today.
Mother Nature has her snow machine cranked up, doesn’t she?
When seasons collide.
Last week I posted pictures of the pretty snow on the pumpkins and leaves –it was easy to ooh and aah over those frosty crystals plopped on the brilliant red leaves because …
… happily, that snow melted a few hours later and we had a clear, but very chilly Friday and Saturday and today was gorgeous and felt tropical after the weekend’s cold and blustery weather. So, I savored every step I took, knowing today’s 3-5 inch snow event and the Arctic Blast that arrives tomorrow, might mess up walking for awhile. Sunday I put seven miles on the pedometer between walking at two different parks and raking leaves. I still need to walk 115 miles/185 kilometers to reach my year-end goal.
There simply is no rhyme or reason to this season.
We went from lawn mowing, to leaf blowing and snow blowing in the course of a few days’ time. Yesterday, while I scrambled to rake leaves in advance of the impending snow, I heard the drone of lawn mowers and leaf blowers … or perhaps it was homeowners tuning up their snow blowers?
I want to stand here and shake my fist at Mother Nature, though I know it would not do me a bit of good, except letting off a little steam and that would only fog up my eyeglasses.
Thus, the walking will come to a grinding halt today, probably the next few days, but there will be minimal worries about the flurries – for the short term anyway, because I will shovel the sidewalks, driveway and porch, secure in the knowledge that my pedometer is tallying up each step that I will take.
My furry and feathered friends at Council Point Park are stomping their feet too … I hope they don’t know about my “secret” porch pals, who, like their Park counterparts, have been getting extra peanuts to tide them over while the snow messes up everyone’s routine. Anyone want to help me set up a pneumatic tube that goes from my house to Council Point Park? It’s just one mile away. I know Parker could monitor it and retrieve peanuts at the other end … he’s a smart little squirrel.
Back in the day, the seasons slowly morphed into one another, gentle and easy. We had time to get acclimated to the colder weather, as we would first add a fuzzy headband to cover our ears, then move on to a wool cap (toque for my Canadian friends). Gradually a scarf was introduced into the mix. Light gloves became polar fleece mittens and so on and so forth. Guess those days are long gone.
I will now publish this post, drag out the boots, dust off my shovel, suit up and head out – so far Mother Nature has not inflicted too much damage out there; it looks like later today is when the most snow arrives, so how many days ‘til Spring?