We didn't. The flakes were just massive and coming down like rain. One the size of a Yarmulke landed on the crown of my head, but melted before I could snap a photo of it. And let me point out that it takes a Yarmulke the size of a salad plate to fit a Wilson head, so that was one hell of a snowflake.
We ended up with less than 4 inches sticking to the ground, which is so much easier to deal with than what we'd gotten on the previous 6 Wednesdays:
A special thanks to the Four Corners for adding muck to this snowfall.
and,
Nederland Jr/Sr High School as seen from the window of a very late bus. Public transit seemed like a good idea before I left the house. After I left the house, an afghan on the couch seemed like the wiser choice, but I was already committed.
and,
Throughout the storms, birds kept the area around the feeder clear. What they need to learn is how to shovel a path from the door to the feeder so I can keep the blasted thing full.
Boulder Creek was incredibly dramatic this morning, absolutely roiling and muddy. What remains of spring 2013 promises to be exciting considering all the late snow and heavy rains. Drivers through the foothills are going to have to stay on their toes and keep an eye out for falling/fallen rocks and mudslides. Ominous, yes, but it's also another great reminder that with all of our intelligence, nature is still in charge.
So, after moving to Nederland in December of 2011 and having an incredibly disappointing spring, weather-wise, in 2012 and then an incredibly disappointing autumn, and a winter that took disappointing to a whole new level, I'd like to introduce you to Spring 2013.
Another grand lesson in "be careful what you wish for."
Turns out this is just what "Wednesday" is going to look like this year. Seven Wednesdays in a row so far. It's easy to remember because Phil scheduled SafeLite Auto Glass to replace the Dragon's windshield seven weeks ago (they only come to Ned on Wednesdays). They don't want to do the job if the vehicle looks like this:
That would be the Dragon on the left.
Don't feel too sorry for us though, we have enjoyed 70 degree days, most of them falling on the weekends. And if there's one thing Colorado can't get enough of after a decade or so of drought, it's precipitation, so provided I can get out of the driveway in the morning, I'm not going to complain.
I really don't need my periodicals mocking me.
And because no post would be complete without a news of he who makes Nana a nana...
I've had the honor of keeping Owen company on Tuesdays while his Mom is at work. We, well I, at least, have a great time, and I've never been so happy to be covered in someone else's saliva. I'm not sure the warranty on my phone is good anymore, considering the amount of time it's spent in Owen's mouth, but cell phones are the 21st century equivalent of "Mom's keychain."
Turn up the volume. Owen's squeals of joy are nothing short of bliss. And there's an epic drool.
