But the snow...

But the snow...the snow. When it blew in last week I thought it wouldn't last the night. It fell for over four hours and stopped at about 9 inches. It wasn't even all that cold, but I only made snow angels once. Now, where is she? She does this all the time. Oh, wait...I guess it's only been about twenty minutes. Fine. She hates the snow...not seeing it, really, but being in it. It happened in Walla Walla back in in 1974, when she slipped on the ice (her first time on ice) and fell on her ass. She wasn't hurt, but she was mad as hell. Now she only goes out in it for emergencies... and ice cream. The day after the first snow fall it fell for another three hours and it came up to about a foot. Of course it melts about four inches a day, so there's a lot of slush...and it is a pain to drive through, but we don't get that much here, anyway. It breaks up the monotony of the day after day after day. The sun broke out today and I'm afraid all the snow will be gone by tomorrow. She won't miss it, though. She wants the garden cleaned up and the weeds pulled, but she only wants to see it done from the window...she won't work in the yard. Later on she wants me to build a trellis for the front yard, so she can be proud of our house. I guess I should put up that faux picket fence, while I'm at it, so I can connect it to the trellis. Oh, yeah...and the pergola for the front of the garage. That means I have to cut down the honey suckle vine and try to regrow it. She won't miss it, though. I cut down the plum tree in the back corner last week. It had gotten diseased and started to rot from the inside. It had the sweetest plums, and lots of them. She doesn't care so much for fresh fruit...she likes fig newtons, but not fresh figs. The tree also made good shade to cool down that corner of the yard... nice on a hot day. She won't miss it though. Written July 15th, 2001 © on Oct 12 2001 05:30 PM PST   0 • 10