Friday, February 22, 2013

Q the Time Traveler

One hour later and we're not quite to the street.
Wednesday, three rounds of snow were only the prequel to snowstorm "Q."  Thursday while we slept Q arrived dumping 3" before we woke up.  I was more than willing to watch the snow accumulate from my bed or the living room with a roaring fireplace, but Jack insisted on going to work, even though his retirement date is Feb. 28!  Once he began shoveling, I decided that two people worked better than one when it comes to shoveling snow.  I had had some experience with shoveling the day before, easy!

In reflection, another thirty hours later, shoveling snow of any depth is no easy task.






Just love those cardinals in the snow.






While Jack spent his day at work, I spent my day feeding and watching the birds.  How fun just to pull up a chair to the window and smile with delight watching and listening to their chattering interaction.
Just wait, I know she'll feed us if we look hungry.











Running took effort for Lucy.
Q being a time traveler or interloper from the Star Trek movies lived up to his reputation.  Three rounds of snow throughout the day kept me busy relaxing, reading, watching the snow accumulate. However, cabin fever raged inside our cattle dog, Lucy.  Being the good "cow" in the family, I bundled up and jumped into the snow letting her pretend to protect me from those vicious birds and gnarly squirrels.


The yardstick measured nearly 15" and that was before the last round of Q after 3:00 Thursday, but who's counting after that.






By the time Jack walked in from work, I offered him a toasty drink in the Adirondacks in the backyard, our favorite evening retreat in warmer weather, but instead we stood in awe of what nature had given us--another perfect day.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Q's Prequel


I spy.

I've heard of a prequel for a great novel but never for an approaching snow storm.  Being a blue blood doubting Thomas, I'm not convinced that the snows will accumulate to the predicted depths.  By ten am the snow was deeper than I predicted, and the fat squirrel prided himself on finding a full feeder.








How far to the next tee?




One bark from Lucy at the door and the squirrel took off, leaving the food for the birds.












Did you hear what happened the pine siskin?

The snow let up by 2:00 and since the Acenture Golf Classic in Marana, Arizona was postponed this afternoon because of snow, rain, and bitter winds I watched birds, cleared a path out front twice, then cleared a path in the back to the hot tub.  After all a woman has to be prepared for the best of evenings.  The backyard birds were fluttering messages of "feed me, feed me, please."  They are always so happy to have safe food that they repay me with their music and happy dances.








Don't know who's happier
Lucy, Letty or the field of wheat
under my feet.                                                                                                                                                                                    
Now this is living.