The Day After the Blizzard

By the early morning light the view from the loft. The snow looks like it was cut like butter.

Icicles hang from the roof around the house.

Just a pathway cut to the shop.

Bluebird house adorned.

It will be awhile before the garden gate will open.

This reflector marks the edge of the driveway.


First pass with snow blower missed the driveway.

Remnants of the pine tree that fell across the driveway can be seen on the left side.

Icy but passable or so we think but haven't tried.

The glen .

Lower stretch of driveway.

Dogwood Road - one lane wide and snow covered.

Looking the opposite way on Dogwood.

Each branch caught almost a foot of snow. The snow drops with a plop or gets blown into the wind.

Blizzard of 2010

It's still snowing. I'll take more photos later today or tomorrow.

Botched Forecast

The weather was calling for only a light dusting of snow, no more than an inch. As I write this we have three and it's still falling.

When I left this morning at 10 to go shopping it had just started. I came out of Kohl's and the car and parking lot were covered. When I came out of Safeway there was more than an inch and more falling.

I headed home for going the last two stops. Dan rang he was headed home from buying wood.

The stretch of road down to the Patapsco River crossing was slow going - lots of snow. Thankfully Quaker Hill had been salted or I wouldn't have made it up.

I came down the lane following one set of car tracks which I assumed were Dan's. "Good" I thought he made it up the driveway and then I had to come to a halt. There he was ahead of me backing up after trying to get up and around the first turn in the driveway. I beeped, thinking he didn't see me come behind him. I backed up to the lane and so did he. We left his car there and he drove mine up the driveway, barely getting traction on the last hill.

Why did I think I could have done that? I was glad he was the driver for that last stretch.

We'll get the snowblower out tomorrow once it's done snowing.

Raccoon Attacks!

I heard him before I saw him. As I sat at my desk last night I heard the raccoon bumping around under the porch. Finally I turned on the outside lights and there he was sauntering along the edge of the deck. (The deck is only a single step off the ground.) He was headed toward the perennial garden and I didn't give him (or her) another thought.



This morning, there he/she was in the perennial garden. The birdfeeder was down and broken and the rocks surrounding the clematis were askew. The raccoon was enjoying the feast of sunflower seeds.




As I write this I hear the squeals of a quarrel between raccoons. I wonder where they will get into mischief next?