Craftymommavt claims that they are having a heatwave of 20 degrees up there in The Frozen North where she lives, and she probably wouldn’t even call this snow, but this is real winter weather to us.
She actually specified “20 degrees above zero” as though 20 degrees below zero were a possibility, and some of us might be confused. I thought temperatures like that were found on other planets, mostly.
Here is my backyard. Isn’t it pretty with its blanket of snow?
But, see, here is the front. That is supposed to be a road out there, not a blanket of snow.
I did some serious bundling up. Thoroughly encased in wool and denim and #1 son’s old running shoes, I headed off to work.
I won’t say I enjoyed it, and my face still hurts (windburn, maybe?), but it wasn’t that bad.
Fiona wanted to come with me. As you see, she is dressed in fur, and therefore doesn’t mind the cold at all.
This is the cemetery, the middle part of my walk to work. As you can see, the whole blanket of snow thing was going on here, too, so the paths were gone.
Someone had been there before me, though.
The cemetery is the hub of the neighborhood, and all the kids can go there and then back out to the other streets without going on any busy roads.
But these particular footprints went down to the goosepond, so it was apparently someone out for a contemplative walk in the snow, not a person trying to get somewhere.
The main road was all brown mucky slush. This was good for the drivers, but much less picturesque.
Yes, actually, this is a main road where I live. It is a highway. See it over there to the left? The little line of brown mucky slush with a car on it?
You know it’s pretty rural here.
I spent the workday in solitude, except for Miss Thelma and her husband, who came in for a Black History Month bulletin board. If it seems odd to you that Miss Thelma has a husband, then you are not from around here.
Some older ladies get to be Miss First Name, and it doesn’t matter at all whether they have husbands.
I came home early and got back to work on Erin. This is a sweater that I put down last May in order to make some cotton sweaters, and then some kitchen gear, and some hats, and then some other wool sweaters, and what with one thing and another I never picked it up again till last night.
I think it is a mistake to do this, as so often your gauge is a bit different after the break, or you have lost some of the details of the directions, or forgotten what size needles you used for the ribbing, or what have you.
However, I got about an inch of it done, and it looks fine.
That is not a blizzard. Not, not, not.
And cars were made to keep us from having to walk long distances in wind that will burn our faces.
yes, i did paint that mural! that sweater is gorgeous. we had snow like that recently in the PNW. so beautiful!
The sweater is looking beautiful. We have a windchill near minus twenty today.
I’m so glad you posted about Erin. I was wondering what had happened to that sweater. Nice to know it has been pulled out of the darkness of being a UFO. 🙂
Your snow is lovely. I love a fresh blanket of snow on things.
RE your comments about the coldness: It does get pretty cold up here. It all becomes sort of relative after a while and you acclimate. Of course, I grew up here, so I am totally programmed for our weather….I’m sure to folks who live in warmer climates, it would feel really harsh, just as warmer climates would feel unbearably hot to me!
I’m glad you are walking. I know how dangerous it is when weather visits down south. Can you get a ski mask to wear?
I’m also glad I’m not the only one to put knitting away for a while.
I am learning things all the time, here on your blog, because I really had no idea it snowed in your neck of the woods. I thought: Hey, The South = balmy weather. Shows you how much I know. Are you not officially The South? My Granfather was born in Arkansas, and we always considered him Southern.
I’ve got a photo of the cemetery but it’s all green pretty rather than white pretty.
And I’ve walked up that road, it was one of the deviations from flat I noticed.
I just checked what 20 degrees fahrenheit is in celsius – it’s about -18! I can’t even imagine how cold that must be. -7 would be about the coldest the coldest parts of our country get in winter despite our proximity to Antarctica.
some very neat pictures. It is damn chilly up here…
Hi there. Leonidas said that I should swing by and see you – so here I am. I read an early post of yours about teaching Sunday School to senior high folks. Made me laugh out loud (in the solitude of my office, thank goodness). I teach college – and they aren’t much more mature there, either. 🙂 Nice weather. Makes me miss home a little bit (although I really don’t miss the cold).
My mom was always Miss Dot, even when she was only in her forties….
5 in fahrenheit is -15 in celsius. I don’t believe it ever gets that cold over here. I think I’ll stay on my backward medium size trio of pacific islands nestling up to Antarctica thank you very much.
RYC: Oh yes, quite sure. They tax me on my federal tax refund from last year, as “income.” The state even sends me a form with my state refund amount, to claim as income on my tax return. Screwy, eh? Thank goodness for Turbo Tax.
P.S. Even up here in Ohio, we have Miss Alissas, etc. Maybe not as many as we had in Oklahoma, though.