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.

Seasons Greetings!!!

Hello All,

This year, for some reason, I am as excited about Christmas as my sons are. Usually I am alone in a room drinking a glass of wine, surrounded by echoes of curses, wrapping paper strewn about my feet, tape stuck to my skin, and A  Christmas Carol playing in the background. Yep, I’m almost always running around trying to get everything done and exhausted when midnight hits and I’m still tying ribbons, sticking bows that don’t stick, and labeling the presents with my left hand so no one recognizes that I wrote them myself. My youngest caught on to my handwriting being on the gifts a few years ago so I switched to using my left. Ah, the things I do for the people I love. 

Well this year, everything is already wrapped, except what Santa is bringing and I getting ready to actually watch, A Christmas Carol. The anticipation in the air is electric and I am glad that I get to enjoy each moment without panic about forgetting someone or something. This year, I might have finally gotten this thing down, maybe. I don’t want to set the bar to high for next year.

I hope that everyone has a wonderful Holiday Season with the people they love most in the world. “God Bless Us Everyone.” 

It is the one season of the year when we can lay aside all gnawing worry, indulge in sentiment without censure, assume the carefree faith of childhood, and just plain “have fun.” 
Whether they call it Yuletide, Noel, Weinachten, or Christmas, people around the earth thirst for its refreshment as the desert traveller for the oasis. ~D.D. Monroe
Local Nativity Scene
Local Nativity Scene
Christmas Lights in Edgartown.
Christmas Lights in Edgartown.

Weather the Season…

I confess that I love Autumn and all its glorious, radiant and vibrant colors. I am less impressed with impending winter.

For the eye of a photographer, the snow is a study in contrasts. I love finding that one burst of color amidst the blanket of white that covers and devours the Northeast. If only I could discover these amazing photos from inside, by the fireplace.

Sure the falling of the first snowflakes fill me with wonder and nostalgia but I didn’t drive or have to go to work when I was young so factoring in travel time, icy roads, and bald tires were not relevant in my kid’s world of snow. Snow days were the gift of the weather Gods. Shoveling was play time not work time.

The raw beauty of the snow moves me but mostly it makes me want to move to a warmer climate. For some reason I feel more productive when the sun is out and the days are longer and warmer.

And yet, I am a four season girl. I like the transition from one season to another, it makes me feel like I am being given a do-over, a clean slate, if you will.

So, it is with reluctance that I welcome the impending winter. I am grateful that we get to the chance to meet again. Even if I have to bundle up for the honor.

Winter Harbor
Winter Harbor
Snowy Lighthouse
Snowy Lighthouse

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.

Happy and Frightful Halloween!!!

A gypsy fire is on the hearth,
Sign of the carnival of mirth;
Through the dun fields and from the glade
Flash merry folk in masquerade,
For this is Hallowe’en!
~Author Unknown

Halloween  Fright Night!!
Halloween Fright Night!!

 

Halloween Town..
Halloween Town..

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Halloween's Crystal Ball!
Halloween’s Crystal Ball!