The Annual Mid-March Blizzard

I'm so tired of white. I'm tired of taking snow photos. But most of all, I am Officially Tired of being cold all the time. Yesterday morning it was nearly warm, so I grabbed the opportunity to head down to the greenhouse wearing sandals instead of the usual socks and shoes plus a fleece cardigan instead of the down parka. I noticed the bank of flat gray clouds in the west (and besides, I follow the weathercasts religiously, so I knew what was coming), but I was in firm denial. After an hour or so of seed-starting (including the first of the tomatoes, now sitting cozily on the heat mat), I had to admit that my sandal-clad toesies were indeed getting cold and decided to call it coffee break.

Not much had happened by mid-afternoon, so I went into Edgewood for a meeting of the Cast'N'Knits (really, it's not my fault; I only just joined), the local knitting group. I've only just begun knitting, so I wasn't sure I was up to the level of most of these ladies, but that was before I found out that most of them are also beginners, as the old pros tend to wander off to other groups. We were having fun, and Bethe was happily showing off her stash of amazing yarns (well, she's the owner of the yarn shop, so she should have a great stash), when the blizzard arrived, announced by several loud claps of thunder. That was enough to break up the meeting, and we left in a bit of a hurry, every one knowing what a blizzard can do to the roads out here.

I have to say it was one of the least fun drives I've experienced lately. The worst part was in the Smith's store parking lot, where nobody was quite sure who was backing out, since in the driving whiteness it was hard to tell whether those were headlights or backup lights. I wouldn't have gone there, but I knew we deserved a bag of chips to go with Gloria's homemade salsa from the Saturday market, and an avocado sounded absolutely essential, too. Back on the road it was almost as bad, as the road surface was disappearing rapidly, and the SUV I was following for a good way home turned out to be lost. He finally pulled over to let me pass and then followed me instead. He was probably really disappointed when I turned off onto my dirt road. With any luck he made it to where he was going, but I'll never know. For myself, the four miles of dirt road turned out to be the easiest part, but I was delighted to get home.







We made guacamole with the avocado and salsa and watched the snow fall for hours. Today revealed the most snow cover we've had all season, so nobody's going anywhere for at least a day.