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 love 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.
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 down 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. . .
Today 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,