It’s a love~hate thing

That is with all this white stuff. . . snowcolors of winterI love when the snow falls and how the world outside seems to shut down. . . even if just for a few hours.

I hate the panic and madness that sets in days prior because the world as we know it just might have to shut down for a few hours.

I love how everything goes from a dingy and lifeless landscape to being covered with a pristine and silky white coating.

I hate how the edges of all roads turn black after the salt trucks and plows come through.

I love how my dogs love to play in it. . . all boundaries are gone!  And even though our pristine yard lasts all of 2 seconds after I open the door to let them out, I lovesilly c throwing snow balls and chasing them to help them mess it up even more.

I hate how it takes them twice as long…and what feels like forever in sub-0 temps…to find a place to do their business.

p-snow day

And now another element to this love-hate thing . . . ice!  Last week’s ice storm here, where they’ve dubbed this area as the hardest hit and I think I heard some newscaster say worse than what Sandy brought us, has added a whole new dimension that flips things to hate ~ love.   I hate how an icy forecast sends shivers glistening tree topsdown my spine.  My house sits under a towering big old oak (and a few other big trees around the property) and although in 20 years it has given us no trouble… just how lucky can we continue to be?   But, as much as I hate how unnerving an ice storm can be and to know I have to say goodbye to that old oak (better by man’s hands than mother-nature’s), I love when the sun finally comes out (and the electricity back on) because it really is a a magical site to see. . . where trees, even the broken ones, sparkle like chandeliers, and the ground is covered with glistening shards of glass-like crystals that have fallen from the trees.  Mother Nature’s idea of bling. . .

mother-natures-blingToday started as a frigid but sunny day; but as I get ready to post this, the sky is slowly going gray. These are some of the headlines for this area’s forecast come tomorrow . . .  “Catastrophic’ Storm Moving Up the East Coast” and Nor’easter to Hammer DC, Philly, NYC and Boston.  Here we go again . . .  To all of you that live in this zone stay warm & safe.  For me, I just hope my snow boots are tall enough.

Til next time,

Bombay Hook

I made it!  Linda was so impressed on her visit the previous Sunday, she wanted to go again and so we went this past Sunday.  We made it in a nick of time to catch the sunrise which was definitely worth getting up at 5 and traveling 2 hours to see.  Unfortunately, I plugged in the wrong address into the GPS which took us to another spot.  In a mad dash to get to the actual preserve, the sun began to rise, so we jumped out of the car and set up.  I’m glad we did.  The sun just lit the tops of the grasses along the road and made for a beautiful setting.  We then headed into the preserve.  There was a bird watchers perch and we took advantage of it.  You should have seen Linda and I up there with our tripods in this 3 x 3′ (if that) rickety tower about 8′ off the ground.  But from there we got to watch an eagle perched in a tree.  We watched for a while, but of course once we took our eyes off him, he dove into the grasses, and we missed it.  There were plenty of other water fowl to see, the fall colors were still very vibrant, and the weather was perfect for a morning of shooting.  I never did see the foxes, but I hear the spring will be a good time to go back.  And I hope Linda isn’t too upset with me that I forgot the bug spray.   Note: Don’t forget your bug spray.