snowblind
i am so %#!*?!! sick of the snow!!
we're having yet another storm. the art gallery in a nearby city has collapsed under the weight of the snow on it. the snow piled up along the road out my window is so high i can only see the roof of the building on the other side. i'll have rush home and shovel the snow AGAIN before my violin students come tonight. the snowdrifts in the parking lot at work are beginning to cover the windows. the snow in the parking lot isn't piled here, but trucked away, and still the drifts of white death slowly and insidiously encroach on life. only arrogance believes man can control the elements.
the sky and the land are the same color. the light is so diffused there are no shadows, and the snow continues to fall. silent menace. invisible poison wafting through the air, tainting the hearts of all who must breathe it. not a person walks into the office from outside, but curses the weather in his own way. even the snowmobile fanatics are sick of the snow!
and, no surprise, it's supposed to warm up for the weekend, and rain. again. then freeze. again. and snow. again.
it's the northern alberta version of the movie, groundhog day, where every night the protagonist goes to bed anticipating the new day to come, and wakes up to relive the old one. we're trapped in winter forever!!!
we're having yet another storm. the art gallery in a nearby city has collapsed under the weight of the snow on it. the snow piled up along the road out my window is so high i can only see the roof of the building on the other side. i'll have rush home and shovel the snow AGAIN before my violin students come tonight. the snowdrifts in the parking lot at work are beginning to cover the windows. the snow in the parking lot isn't piled here, but trucked away, and still the drifts of white death slowly and insidiously encroach on life. only arrogance believes man can control the elements.
the sky and the land are the same color. the light is so diffused there are no shadows, and the snow continues to fall. silent menace. invisible poison wafting through the air, tainting the hearts of all who must breathe it. not a person walks into the office from outside, but curses the weather in his own way. even the snowmobile fanatics are sick of the snow!
and, no surprise, it's supposed to warm up for the weekend, and rain. again. then freeze. again. and snow. again.
it's the northern alberta version of the movie, groundhog day, where every night the protagonist goes to bed anticipating the new day to come, and wakes up to relive the old one. we're trapped in winter forever!!!
posted by grannyfiddler at 12:07 PM
8 Comments:
Sympathy headed your way.
We had a beautiful week followed by chill and rain. Don't they know it's spring?
if it was sunny and warm all the time we wouldn't appreciate it!!
hope you get some melting and some green soon!
thankyou very much for your kind words over my greenhouse upset, I really appreciated that poem.
granny - thanks for the sympathy. this is getting to be too much. record snowfalls for the past 35 years... and it's not finished yet! poke your nose in a flower for me.
claire - i'd like to try sunny and warm for a while... just to test your theory. you're very welcome for the poem, though i confess to stealing the metre and most of the words from 'If', by, i think, Rudyard Kippling. i just made a few alterations. my heart broke when i saw those pictures of your injured greenhouse.
Oh dear...and you thought it was weakening..
Snow?? What's that? Maybe you can have some of our wind in exchange for just a whisper of your snow. Magic stuff - in small quantities!
granny p - i confess to being dazzled by the beauty of the snow - sunrises and sunsets are heart-stopping on that blank canvas. it just stays far too long here. ... and the wind... oh yes, we have wind too. it sculpts the snow into magnificent, surreal landscapes, and buries things with it. i guess each place has its beauties and challenges... i'd like very much to try the challenges of your climate, just for comparison.
What a contrast to our endless summer, a parched brown land – as we move to further water restrictions and witness gardens dying under a scorching relentless sun. The hot wind and fields laid bone dry as pastures srivvle, crops lie strangled and our dams are emptied. A drought far worse that has ever been experienced since records were first kept. And the relentless nature of this drought has evaporated our stoicism; many large farms have not earned a single cent in 5 years!!
As I’m sitting here at my computer, I hear rain on the roof and spattering against the windows, what a wonderful sound it makes, but it soon passes, hopefully there may have been some decent falls elsewhere.
Best wishes
ll- i'm wishing you a rainy autumn season. the weather seems to be unable to find balance these days. if we could only share our extremes, we'd all come off in better shape. there are fears of flooding when the snow melts here. if the atmosphere could only inhale some moisture and exhale on you; inhale warmth from you and exhale here... the forecast is for -20C here next week. sigh. and more snow. truly groundhog day.
it occurs to me that Canadians and Astralians have much in common that isn't apparent initially... both countries are well known for climatic extremes, though of opposite sorts. both have indiginous peoples who haven't always fared well at the hands of invaders, and both invaded by europeans.
Hi,
I'm sorry, your weather does sound bad.
Too bad you can't come to California for a visit, we've cooled down again but it's warmer than 60 degrees F.
Janice~
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