Blizzard of 2015!

It was a lovely Monday morning that suddenly, and with much expected, pomp and circumstance, the day had morphed into “The Blizzard of 2015!” Panic arrived at the grocery store, the Packie, (New England for liquor store), and tempers mounted at the gas stations, as hearty New Englanders jocked and braced for 2-3 feet of snow, depending on where you live. It is no surprise, I live where 3 feet of expected snow raged and fell heartily and steadily for two days and two nights.

If you live in New England, as they old saying goes, “if you don’t like the weather, wait a minute and it will change.” It did change with the fury of 1000 winds, as snowflakes danced determinedly, gracefully, purposefully, and endlessly to the startlingly white covered ground. Even knowing the snow was coming, it arrived at an alarmingly fast pace; relentlessly, dramatically and unceasingly, until bedtime last night.

My sons declared it the “best snowfall, ever,” well at least for now. They suited up and as surely as New Englanders know the weather will change, we also know that we must also buckle up and get about the cleaning up after surviving the storm. Be it, hurricanes, wind gale seas, flooding, or snowing, we must get our outer gear on and start to shoveling, period. My sons made me proud and we tackled the Blizzard of 2015, with zeal, delight, and vigor, shoveling our way out of the storm, sort of , mostly just to the street where the plows pushed it back on the driveway. But hey, that’s still progress. We can know see the street.

What could be the reward for working so hard, you ask? Well if your 9 and 12-year-old boys; white and milk chocolate chip pancakes. Yum, and they did shovel for two hours, well what is a mother to do? I sat back, ate an omelette (just looking at the pancakes hurt my teeth). Indeed eggs and coffee may just pull me through the next few days, as school was canceled for another day. Can’t say as I blame them, it’s a blizzard out there, haven’t you heard?

Yup, the Blizzard of 2015, (so far), has come and gone. I’d say we should just continue to count our blessings for being warm, safe, fed, shoveled out, and loved. 

The door opens, snow has arrived.
The door opens, snow has arrived.
Shoveling begins at the door.
Shoveling begins at the door.
The Blizzard rages on.
The Blizzard rages on.
Neither sleet nor rain.
Neither sleet nor rain.
Marshmallow snow mounds.
Marshmallow  fluff snow mounds.
Just Rewards.
Just Rewards.

Thank You Veterans

To All who have worn the Uniform, to their courage and sacrifice,

to their strength and service, we will never forget.

To All of our heroes who have served and continue to serve today—

Thank You!

 

Thank You.
Thank You.

Tercentennial Birthday Parade

My Little Town celebrated its 300th birthday, officially called the Tercentennial Birthday Parade. Who doesn’t love a parade? I must admit,  I didn’t know what number of years Tercentennial represented. Did I study this in school? No matter, I looked it up, it’s 300 years. We had a lovely parade with over 2,000 participant’s, major by our little town standards. To put it into perspective, our annual Memorial Day parade is usually 10-15 mins long, with less than 500 marching and this extravaganza was over an hour and half long, in the blistering 90 degree, September weather. I know because my sons kept reminding me of the temperature every 15 minutes or so.

People began putting out their chairs and roping off spaces for their family and friends the night before the festivities even began.  Normally, there is no need to jockey for space or to put your chairs out the night before, but this was the Tercentennial Parade! The flurry of activity had our poor little town in a tizzy but they managed to pull the whole thing off without any major hiccups. Happy 300th Birthday Little Town! Enjoy the Parade.

 

The calm before the parade
The calm before the parade

 

Set up
Set up
Setting the stage
Setting the stage
Still more crowds and you can see why setting up chairs was necessary.
The crowds line the street
Our  neighboring police
Our neighboring police
And the parade begins
And the parade begins
Marching kilts
Marching kilts
And more Kilts.
And more Kilts.
Still more kilts
Still more kilts
The history of our Little Town
The history of our Little Town
Minute Men
Minute Men
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Ready, Aim, Fire!
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Another little town nearby
An unusual sight
An unusual sight
Now that's a tank
Now that’s a tank
Winged women
Winged women
Winged women on stilts
Winged women on stilts
Fashion season circa 1700s
Fashion season circa 1700s
Firehouse Dixie Band
Firehouse Dixie Band
Obligatory clown car
Obligatory clown car
Really not sure.
Really not sure.
Veiled ladies
Gold veiled ladies??
Again, not sure
Again, not sure
Zamboni ice cleaner?
Zamboni ice cleaner?

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Marching band
Marching band
Boys scouts
Boys scouts
Girl scouts
Girl scouts

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The crowds :)
The crowds 🙂
Home town favorites
Home town favorites

 

 

 

 

 

 

Super Moon!

Super Moon
Super Moon

 

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Through the Trees
Through the Trees
Jordan's view
Jordan’s view

I couldn’t resist snapping a few shots of the Super Moon glowing in the sky as it moved closer to earth this weekend. My son Jordan said, “it looks like we’re looking into a hole straight through to the Universe.” When I looked at it that way, he was right, it did seem like we might tumble into the hole in the universe and be swallowed whole. Only a 9-year-old could conceive such a wonderfully fantastical idea.

What a great night we had riding around trying to find the best place to get a perfect shot of the sole beacon crowding out the night sky and its ever-present stars.  As Jordan said, “we are so lucky that we get to see, up close, that the moon isn’t made of cheese.” 

The last photo was taken by Jordan. who was surprised how fast the veil of darkness closed entirely around the earth, blotting out everything else except the Super Moon which glowed brighter as the night grew darker. It’s the greatest joy in the world to share your creative passions with your children and to see them get excited about the wondrous world around us. 

The world opens anew through the eyes of a child. I’m fortunate that my boys teach me that everyday. Enjoy the Moon!!