Nov. 27th, 2018 04:15 pm
Bruce the Blizzardette
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muckefuckYesterday we had our first proper snow of the season. It was billed as a "blizzard" and apparently in some parts of the outer suburbs it was one. Even some people in city lost power, though the ones close to me were all located west of Ridge. As far as my little corner was concerned, it was much ado about very little.
Sunday was a blustery day of cold rain. I was very happy at having down my shopping earlier and not having to run out for anything. Toward evening the wind picked up and was howling theatrically but the rain stubbornly stayed wet. I remember waking at about 3 a.m. and checking to see if anything had changed and it hadn't. 7 a.m. was a different story.
It was a classic Winter Wonderland effect, with wet snow clinging to trees and fixtures in a shining mantle. Closer to the Lake winds had blasted one side of everything while stripping the other, but in our little dell we had a picturesque coat over everything. The same was true on the sheltered south side of the Library and I took some lovely pictures of the sunken garden.
By noon, accumulation had ended and the temperatures plummeted. I was glad to hear that one of the good neighbours had shoveled the walks while I was away before they could become crusty ice sheets. I was less happy to hear that the locks of the gates were freezing since a big selling point to these pricey Swedish locks was supposed to be their resistance to cold. Oh well; one more thing to hash out at the condo meeting on Thursday.
Sunday was a blustery day of cold rain. I was very happy at having down my shopping earlier and not having to run out for anything. Toward evening the wind picked up and was howling theatrically but the rain stubbornly stayed wet. I remember waking at about 3 a.m. and checking to see if anything had changed and it hadn't. 7 a.m. was a different story.
It was a classic Winter Wonderland effect, with wet snow clinging to trees and fixtures in a shining mantle. Closer to the Lake winds had blasted one side of everything while stripping the other, but in our little dell we had a picturesque coat over everything. The same was true on the sheltered south side of the Library and I took some lovely pictures of the sunken garden.
By noon, accumulation had ended and the temperatures plummeted. I was glad to hear that one of the good neighbours had shoveled the walks while I was away before they could become crusty ice sheets. I was less happy to hear that the locks of the gates were freezing since a big selling point to these pricey Swedish locks was supposed to be their resistance to cold. Oh well; one more thing to hash out at the condo meeting on Thursday.