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My husband’s brother posted a few photos on Facebook after our last big snow storm.. and though he lives in a old farmhouse north of us and has a lot more property than we do? I was surprised at just how run down he looked after finishing his snow blowing.
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Yup.
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There’s one in every family.
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The giant N’Or Easter predicted to slam the Maine coast came and went yesterday with admittedly high winds…. but not nearly the amount of snow they were promising.
The weathermen said a foot, we got roughly 4 inches. But it was the heavy wet crap that weighs down tree branches which then take out power lines. And at 9:00 last night?
Poof.
We woke up to darkness and no electricity today.
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Thank goodness for a fireplace. It doesn’t heat the whole house but kept the living room a toasty 63.
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And thank goodness for powerful battery operated lanterns that light up the kitchen so His Royal Highness can be fed.
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Turns out the problem was right next door where a tree fell on the main line that feeds the whole road. The power company was out early …
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As was the husband… who won’t use the snowblower when it’s heavy and wet because it clogs the auger. It was still snowing when I took the picture so his newly cleared driveway was filling back up behind him. Why didn’t he wait till it stopped?
Because we had no power, which means no satellite, which means no television. He was bored.
Thankfully the power came back on late morning and nothing in the freezer or fridge was lost. The temperature is supposed to be 48 tomorrow so it will all melt again.
I swear I have winter whiplash this season.
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The culprit. The wind lifted it right out of the ground…
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Waking up to pure, pristine snow cover is a beautiful thing.
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Though it doesn’t happen often around here.
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If you need an answer to the question ‘did the deer come last night?’ … all you have to do is look.
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Stealthy visitors they’re not.
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And just because it’s lovely? Snow fog on the neighbor’s farm.
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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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As I write, we’re in the middle of a good old fashioned snow storm.
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The shrubs are wearing hats…
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And the car is about to disappear.
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The bird bath is being swallowed…
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And so are the birds.
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The weatherman is calling for 14 inches and that makes me smile.
Winter is finally here!
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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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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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