May Blossoms and Snow video captured in Ohio by Terry Sherry. She texted this afternoon and I asked if I could post her capture of the snow falling.
It’s quick but she documented the unexpected May weather. Thanks Terry. I heard it snowed in places in Pittsburgh too but I didn’t see it. She told me there was a duck in the pond but we can’t see him. Brrrrrrrrrrrr.
Yesterday I was remarking how I’d heard birds and there was sunlight on my living room floor and it was staying light so much longer.
There’s a muddy feel in the air, impending Spring. A scent. A feel. Signs of the changing season – oops. The supposed rain shower today wasn’t rain at all but blustery icy sleety snow, blowing around wildly and the thermometer said NO WAY but yes, it was wintry white and howling and my optimism the winter coming to a close, vanished. Just like that!
Spring’s coming though It always does. I know it. You wish it would hurry.
One year ago I was on the Arne and Carlos‘ Knitting Cruise going up the coast of Norway on MS Finnmarken. Thanks to Pam from Massachusetts, my knitting colleague and ship roommate for sending this pic today. Yes that was a wonderful trip of a lifetime and there are many great memories.
I was so happy to receive an email today with this photo of myself that Pam took by the Troll Crossing sign. I was able to go and find the one I took of her, too.
Our tour bus was to drive up the winding roads but due to bad weather, the Troll Road was closed. (After looking at the photos of the road I think I am a bit relieved it was closed)
Thanks again for the fun memory, Pam. I’m glad you follow the blog. Hope you like this post!
Henry the Airedale sat serenely while Maura jumped around outside for a few minutes. She shed her coat. I had on wool socks, wool sweater, down vest and wool hat. I could hear my mother in my head, warning me about pneumonia weather or catching a chill. Maura thought that the sun being out and her running around made it an early Spring. She kept her hat on her head. Then put her coat back on. Brrrr. My hands were cold when I got inside.
Henry just sat there, taking in the fresh cool air. No “sit” or “stay”command given.
When the outdoor world seems black and white and gray but your photograph is in color. Everyone has had enough of the cold, snow, ice and dark. They’re ready for crocuses and daffodils bursting through the earth, looking for light.
I’ve photographed this tree before. I always like how the snow defines the branches.