Friday, February 27, 2015
Winter Thoughts At The End Of February
I'm thinking it just might still be snowing in June this year. Nothing has melted but a few icicles on the south side roof edges. On a positive note: we can see the black asphalt of the driveway for the first time since all this snow started falling.
Did you see the pictures of our 70 car pile up? No one died. Nothing really serious. Heart attack, broken bones. All of those people were very very lucky. Especially the pregnant lady in the folded up SUV and the guy trapped in his car under the bus--he had to sit and wait until they had removed enough cars to finally reach his car. How do you not get panicky.
Our carpenter (who was going to be doing the bathrooms this month) has a winter job plowing. He says he hasn't done one tiny bit of carpentry since the snow started falling. Just endless plowing and then endless repairs on the plows or the trucks. Sounds depressing. Since most winter contracts for plowing are for the season----not for endless, twice weekly storms.
I am looking forward. To planting seeds. Even as my husband warns--there won't be any place warm to plant them when they need to be planted.
I have been making pots of red chili beans this winter. From small red dry beans. No canned stuff. and eating the beans with brown rice. Healthy Food. I have been making my own chili seasonings from dry chilies, coffee, chocolate, onions, etc. Like chemistry.
I have also been making pots and pots of chicken soup for G. He says it makes him feel "warm" after all the outside work with the snowblower. He had to make wider paths in the back yard for the dog. We also have paths to all the exits--in case of emergencies. We see too many homes, on our walks, with no way to get to the front door. The garage, yes. The front door, no. And I bet, no way out the back door, either.
Riley is resting--even though he much prefers being active. We are trying to keep him off the snowbanks where he likes to do "his business". So--he isn't the happiest of dogs. Not even looking out the window at the squirrels and big fat black crows. If you can't chase them, why look?
And there are no rabbits here in Maine (not even polka dotted ones). I've often wondered why that is, as I saw rabbits all the time in Illinois. Perhaps it's the Fishers.