Posts tagged ‘Weather’

April 16, 2013

Melt! Would ya?

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You may have noticed that I’ve fallen a wee bit behind on the Blogging from A to Z Challenge, but in an effort to make it up, I’m going to attempt to post a two-fer each day this week.  In other words, the letter for this day last week as well as the letter for this day this week.  For example, last Monday was M, today is S, so I will attempt to post both M and S today.  On to M!

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This was yesterday.  Okay, actually, it was last week, Tuesday to be exact.  I went for a walk around a nearby lake with my son after he got home from school.  It was a beautiful afternoon! The sun was shining after being in hiding for about a week and a half and snowing for just about as many days.  This day, however, the snow was melting and we couldn’t have had a more lovely walk.

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Ducks were approaching in pairs every direction we turned.  In fact, birds of all kinds were out and about.  Their conversations were flying back and forth above our heads.  It was a nice reprieve from the unseasonably long winter we’re having.

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Looking across the lake, the golden haze of the buds on the Willow trees let us know that spring, is indeed, coming.

Like I said.  That was last Tuesday.

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Wednesday, it started snowing again.

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And Thursday we woke up to this.

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Try as I may, my spring planter didn’t look exactly springy.

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And even our snowman looked a little droopy.

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But the dogs? Yea, they thought it was pretty groovy.

Then along came the weekend.  Things started to warm up… a little.  Saturday was in the low 40s F, Sunday the low 50s F.  (It “should” be about 60F by now.)

Each day, I look out at the snow and think, “Melt!  Would ya?”.  And magically, little by little, it does.  In fact, today most of our yard can be seen once again with the exception of just a few patches of snow left here and there.

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And this morning, the sun was shining brightly and the landscape looked quite cheery.  I peeked into my planter and was pleased to see my bulbs are still there, right where they were a week ago, their little heads poking out of the soil.  I don’t have the heart to tell them that it’s not over.

That’s right.  The sun is already gone again and the next front is on its way in.

And tonight?  Yep, we are under yet another winter storm warning…  The forecast:?

Overcast with snow and thunderstorms. Low of 32F with a windchill as low as 23F. Breezy. Winds from the North at 15 to 20 mph. Chance of snow 100% with accumulations up to 8 in. possible.

Oh, well.  Some day.  Some day the snow will melt for good and I will actually be able to plant my garden.

A girl can dream, right?

Kate

p.s. – Has anyone found Punxsutawney Phil yet?

p.p.s. – Are you wondering why I write about the weather?  Because this is really good info for a garden journal and often times I refer back to my blog posts to see what happened in previous years or even just earlier in the season.  Hint: You might want to write about the weather in your area in your garden journal too. 😉

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March 9, 2013

My Evening Walk to Austria

It was routine. Time to put the chickens to bed and let the dogs out one last time for the day, but when I reached the bottom of the stairs I stepped right into another time and another part of the world. Suddenly, I was in Graz, Austria twenty years ago.

Wearing just a sweatshirt I anticipated getting chilled. Instead the air was damp, but not cold, in fact it was warm for a winter evening. Fog hung low in the air, gently hugging my arms as it tried to touch the ground. The snow beneath my feet wasn’t squeaky or crunchy as it has been the rest of the winter, instead it provided a silent, gentle cushion as I walked. The scent of a neighboring wood fire kissed my nose.

By the time I reached the coop I had relived memories I didn’t know still existed. I’d waited for the train in Jakominiplatz, I’d walked my daily route from the bus to my host family’s house looking up to the foothills of the Alps. I’d spent evenings hanging out with friends in some of my favorite pubs and took relaxing walks home. My heart filled with fondness and a sense of peacefulness washed over me. Paralyzed, I stood and smiled.

They say once you leave, you can never truly go home, but the weather tonight triggered memories of my home away from home. A place in time and in my heart that will never change. To go back today would be different. I wouldn’t be twenty one, in college on a new adventure. I would already know what great friends my travel companions would become. My host family would still welcome me, but things have changed there too. My host sisters are all grown up with lives of their own. And while the city of Graz is several hundreds of years old, I’m sure it is different today than it was twenty years ago.

So tonight, when I walked back to Austria, I was happy. Happy to see great friends to share laughter and tears and sleeping cars with as we traveled. I was happy to have my nine and twelve year old host sisters try to teach me to ski while I failed miserably. I was happy to drink coffee with my host father and learn about Austrian politics. I was happy to laugh hysterically with my host mother as she clarified my misunderstandings as she taught me the Styrian dialect over her homemade apple strudel.

And as I looked off at the silhouette of the trees in the distance, the light struggling to make its way through the fog, everything was just as I’d remembered it.

Then I turned, whispered “good night” to the girls as I closed the coop door and made my way back to the house. I paused one last moment to say goodbye and then headed back inside to 2013.

Kate

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