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It’s finally starting to look like winter around here, albeit a few months late.
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Sunrise over freshly fallen sparkling snow never gets old.
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But along with overnight snow, we’re getting sunny warm days and that means icicles.
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Pretty, as long as you’re not standing underneath one when it falls.
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I love a snowy landscape…
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There’s just something about it that makes me slow down and say, ahhh…..
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We’ve had a few snow storms this month and the inches seem to be staying put for now.
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Which makes me happy… but Lord Dudley Mountcatten?
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Not so much. After an impressive bout of crying and pawing at the door for walkies, the husband granted his wish.
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Which resulted in a face plant off the bulkhead doors and a mad sprint back inside.
Snow.
It’s not for everyone.
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We haven’t had a nice base of snow in so long I find myself walking around the property simply to enjoy the glorious whiteness.
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A path was cut to the man cave/Barn Mahal because, well…
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The beer and alcohol live there.
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I need to take his Lordship back outside now that we have some accumulation.
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I love when the snowfall gently envelops the trees. It’s clean… and peaceful.
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When I fail to shovel off the deck after the first storm? I regret it. Because now it’s probably going to stay that way till spring.
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The birds like our deck railing and land in certain spots to eat their seeds even when the railings are covered in snow.
It’s not hard to see which places.
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Yesterday? A 20 hour snow storm .
Today? We dig out.
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The first path is to rehang the bird feeders so our fine feathered friends can have a nosh.
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Then a bit of shoveling in front of the garage so the husband can access the snow blower.
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A quick 11 inch measurement…
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And then it’s time to blow.
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Two neighbors offered to plow our driveway but the husband is persnickety when it comes to clearing and prefers to do it himself.
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If you’ve ever lived in northern climates you know the end of the driveway after the plow goes by is always the worst.
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This was a pretty snowfall. Light enough to move easily but damp enough to coat the trees.
I love winter!
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But there are perils to the arithmetic when you have three vehicles and a two bay garage.
There’s a car under there…. somewhere.
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Since we’ve been having a warm winter and so little snow, Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been enjoying stretching his legs outside. And after a particularly warm spell where I took him for walkies everyday, he’s been antsy for exercise.
Even when it starts to snow.
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Crying and scratching at the door, he talked the husband into harnessing him up and heading out.
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But then? He had second thoughts.
Snow is cold, and more importantly… wet.
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Which is why he hightailed it to the shelter of the woodshed and left the husband out in the storm. Cats are a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them.
When the husband had enough and tugged him back out into uncovered territory?
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His Royal Highness beat feet for the back door.
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And assumed the position for a warm rub down and toweling off.
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A warm day in mid February meant His Royal Highness finally got to go outside again.
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Being a fair weather feline who dislikes getting his feet wet…
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Lord Dudley works hard to avoid the snow.
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Bare earth is something to be savored.
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And rolled in.
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Homage was paid to his favorite rock.
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I swear I don’t know what his obsession is with that stone, but he rubs and rolls all over it every single time.
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I know some people don’t like them, but I enjoy the memories that pop up on my Facebook feed showing the photos I posted on a particular day 5 or 10 years ago.
Today?
I saw this one from February 2013.
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Then –
The husband walking on the road in front of our house with a high backdrop of snow.
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This morning?
It looks a little different.
It makes me sad that real Maine winter storms seem to be a thing of the past.
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In her never ending attempt to make me embrace kale, my girlfriend gave up trying to feed it to me and gifted me kale hair conditioner.
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The shampoo had matcha which is less revolting, but I’m here to report these products made my (considerable) head of hair feel like a Brillo pad. Keep kale where it belongs… in the garbage can.
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A winter morning peek out our front door.
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A winter evening peek out the same door.
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As seen in the grocery store parking lot. Is this driver extremely lazy… or blind? Those are the only two explanations I can think of to explain riding down the road with a large clump of snow on your windshield.
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As you know, I live in Maine. Land of lobster, rugged rocky shores and sturdy, no nonsense, salt of the earth people. We’re generally laid back and slow to anger so when I saw this article the other day about things you should never say because they piss us off? I had to share a few…
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They’re not.
Trust me on this.
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This goes for all of you except rawgod. His snow storms and cold temps are epic.
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Sumner in Maine is tourist season and believe me, the locals don’t enjoy much about that. We may need your money, but we can do without your attitude and desire to have a Starbucks on every corner thank you very much.
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Warm winters? You can have them… I need snow.
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I really had to laugh at this one. Though that doesn’t look like my husband physically, they’re definitely brothers in spirit. But I have to disagree with the last sentence … there’s not much room left in our cellar.
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I’m so glad winter finally showed up. Cold temps and snow! It warms my little menopausal heart, as well as cools off the rest of me.
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There’s the husband shoveling a path to the bird feeders so our feathered friends don’t go hungry. He’s such a good egg.
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We use this table as snow gauge. It piles up so perfectly, how could we not?
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Once the snow caps these boxwood shrubs, the birds take cover underneath. It drives Lord Dudley Mountcatten insane.
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Sunrise over the backyard reveals the deer superhighway.
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We don’t have virgin fresh fallen snow for long.
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❤️ 🦌 ❤️
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