Late on Tuesday afternoon, fifteen of us sat around a conference room table discussing cut-backs in spending and reducing 2009-2010 budgets when someone across the room woke us up with an impromptu shout, “It’s snowing!” Our eyes were on the window instantly where we saw about ten flurries then howled when another hopeful shouted, “Snow day tomorrow!” HA! An intended joke.
The early evening clouds were low and dark. The breeze was slight and the air was warm at 44 degrees but provided occasional snow showers that were so pretty. It was the kind of weather I pay attention to, standing in the middle of yard, looking up, regardless of what the local forecasters predict. Mother Nature fooled them.
If you don’t know me, I miss mid-Atlantic snow and the lifelong memories attached of laughs, chapped cheeks, snapshots, hot chocolate, and a few pairs of wet mittens lined up to dry near heating vents in the kitchen. And a Flexible Flyer with blades so sharp…
Mocker knocked himself out trying to get to the Zick Dough before the Starlings arrived.
“What? What? What do I do? Where do I go?” I love Killdeers and their worried little faces.
The children in Charlotte were happy, at last.
Our snowfall accumulated a few inches. It was the most snow I've seen since 2005, and as expected, it disappeared in sunny spots after the lunch hour.
I laughed at a pair of Mourning Doves swaying back and forth on a fresh serving of sunflower seeds. Somehow, they manage to fit on the smallest of feeders and never, ever go hungry.
On my way back inside, I glanced down to my left. A pile of feathers had scattered in the breeze as evidence of a satisfied hawk earlier that day...