We had a snow prediction for the weekend. The weather map was even agreeing with it. I still wouldn’t believe it, but there’s always hopefulness, in the South, for a glimpse of snow. When I woke up (late) on Saturday, the sun was shining. So much for that. But then the clouds began to billow in, and the weather report said we had a winter weather warning for 3-7pm. Ok, if they say so. The sun went away for a while, the clouds got darker, and when I looked up from my book, there were snowflakes falling!
I’ve never quite gotten over the impulse to go inform people when it’s snowing. Knowing that you don’t have anything to shovel, you can just admire the white stuff, guilt-free… that would make anyone happy. So, I went to tell my parents not to blink, or they’d miss it, and by the time my brother came out of his room to see (ten minutes later), it had stopped. The clouds blew away, the sun came out, and I figured that was it. But no, back came the clouds (temperamental skies, you know). And then some more snow.
Of course, I was hoping it would snow enough to accumulate on the porch railing or something, so I could get a good picture as proof that it actually happened. If you look closely at the first picture on this page, there IS really snow in that picture. I took the picture for fun, not expecting it to show up, but it does… just a little bit. Ok, click on the photo and zoom in. See? Are you look-it-ing?
After a while, I threw on a few extra layers, and some shoes, and went outside to look at the daffodils. I’d been meaning to take pictures before any frost arrives to kill them off. I hadn’t factored in how difficult it would be to get a picture, with the wind blowing like that. At one point, I tried to get a closeup of a daffodil, at ground level, but it was too low to look through the lens. Hence, the blurry flower, backed by a cloudy sky. Lots of clouds going sailing by, chased by patches of bright blue.
It’s unusual to have the flowers coming up this early, but we’ve had a warm January and February, so warm that if the fruit trees start to bloom, another freeze could ruin the entire crop. I’m really hoping the weather will get colder and stay that way, even though I enjoy a warm day. But usually, this time of year, the flowers look like those on the hydrangea bush, if they’re even in existence at all.
Wandering back to our crab apple tree, I realized that our local deer haven’t been visiting, because they’d already eaten all the rotten crab apples off the ground. We have an entire herd that come through and play tag in our yard, when the apples are falling off the tree. At least, they play tag until they see any kind of movement from our sun room windows. But while looking at the tree, I was intrigued by the “holy” pattern all over it. I didn’t think a woodpecker would do that to a tree, but it’s more likely some kind of insect that did it. My mom says our trees have looked like that for years and years. I’d never notice before… then again, it isn’t as obvious on our maple tree.
As I headed back towards the front yard, I was fascinated by the how the bare branches of all our trees are highlighted against the sky. I remember how the trees in Australia never seemed to lose their leaves, and how they didn’t even have a “fall” season. No extra raking workouts for them, because their trees aren’t deciduous. That also means the kids don’t have leaf piles to jump into, and their parents don’t get blisters from raking all the leaves for them. How strange is that?
I’ve been noticing more of the crazy shapes and patterns that the bare oak trees make around here, lately. Especially when I drive in to work, but I can’t just stop and take pictures when I have a job to get to. And today, I was wishing I had my camera with me, when I headed to Fike. The bare branches of the oak trees in front of Fike were casting such beautiful shadows on the soccer field… I was really disappointed at a missed photo opportunity. Will I ever be able to catch that particular picture again? You’ll just have to wait and see, as will I.
By the way, referring to the “not-snow” put me in mind of a certain phrase I use at work, every now and then. When a student buys a non-bottled drink, if I can’t tell what it is (when it has a lid on it), I’ll ask them “Is that a drink, or a water?”. If I ask them if it’s a soda, they’ll often tell me it’s tea, when I’m trying to figure out whether to charge them $1.70 (that includes tax) for a fountain drink or 54 cents for a water. But sometimes, they look at me funny, as if they want to say, “Of course, it’s a drink. What kind of question is that?”. Several misunderstandings have occurred, resulting with me finally joking with “Is it a not-water?”. I just need to know if it isn’t water, people! You wouldn’t think it would be all that hard. Soda and tea are fountain DRINKS, and therefore NOT WATER.
They said we’d have snow. Well, technically, it did snow. But it didn’t stick to the daffodils (stupid snow), which would’ve made an awesome photo. So, I took pictures of the flowers in the “not-snow”. Otherwise known as grass. So there.