I am still pulling together tidbits for my Randomly Thinking post so I thought I’d share some photos today from our July so far. I’ll hopefully have a Randomly Thinking next week!
I had nothing to do with the flowers blooming around my house. I have no idea how to maintain them and they’d probably last longer if I had a clue what I’m doing. But I don’t have a clue so I weed them a little, pull some old ones off, and then I take a lot of photos of them. I thought I’d share of the photos I’ve been taking today on the blog. Hopefully flower lovers and non-flower lovers alike will enjoy the photos.
I could write about my February but since we were snowed or iced in for almost the entirety of it, it would be pretty boring so I thought I would recap the month in photos instead.
This intro is a re-share from part of my Sunday Bookends post.
When we moved to this rural Pennsylvania county last year, I told my husband how it was like living in an entirely different world. I grew up two miles from the county line and we could drive from our house to this town and it would be dry with green grass in our little village and a foot of snow in this town. I’d said it before and I don’t think he believed me until we moved here. Honestly, I don’t think I believed me until we moved here. It shouldn’t be any surprise to me that there has been snow on the ground here since Christmas Day (the week before 24 inches was dropped on us) but when my husband said the other day that the town he works in, which is only about 20 minutes away, doesn’t have any snow, reality hit me hard. I knew winters here would be a challenge and they are, but, hey, at least the snow is pretty. I don’t actually mind the snow that much, but the ice and the bitter cold temperatures? I could do without them. On Thursday of last week, the high was 16, the low 3. On Friday the high was 19, the low 3. Temperatures warmed up some for Saturday, with a high of 27 but Saturday also came with a Winter Storm Warning for Sunday through Tuesday. And here we are now: under several inches of snow and ice (the ice from last week) — again.
But, hey, I could live in Manitoba. Or I could be in the Northern Territory of Canada and never see green again! Winter will soon pass and while we won’t miss the cold, we will miss the pretty snow.
Snow has been the name of the game for the last two weeks in our neck of the woods.
First, we were hit with 22 to 24 inches a few days before Christmas.
Then it rained for 40 days and 40 nights — wait, no – it only rained for a full day and night on Christmas Eve. It just felt like 40 days. We had threats of flash floods, but in the end there was no significant flooding.
On Christmas morning we had a dusting of snow so we got our white Christmas and that night we had a flash freeze with some more snow.
Then we had an ice storm on New Year’s Day. The ice encased the trees and roads and everything in its path but I didn’t take any photos of it because I didn’t want to fall on my rear trying to get the photos.
Two days after the ice storm, we had a wet, heavy snowfall that was only supposed to bring us about four inches but ended up dumping up to 14 inches on part of our area, but not at our house. We got hit with about six inches that piled mainly on our trees and electric lines.
The snow that came on Sunday was wet and heavy and clung to the lines and trees. We were certain the lights would go out and they flickered and went off for less than 30 seconds in spurts a couple of times, but never went all the way out.
When it started the snow flakes that fell were as big as fifty cent pieces and my cat tried to catch them through the window, which was pretty funny to watch.
After we were originally told 2-4 inches, the storm stalled over our neighboring county, where my parents live. The next county’s border is literally a mile from our house, but somehow we ended up with less, which was the same with the bigger storm the week of Christmas. My parents received about eight inches when all was said and done and we probably had about six.
Apparently I have become The Lorax this winter.
During the heavier snow this past weekend and the Christmas week storm I became worried about the trees around our house because the snow was so heavy on their limbs.
On the week of Christmas the lower limbs of the pine tree that is on our neighbor’s property but is right by our driveway looked like they were about to break off.
“Should I go out there and clean that snow off?” I asked no one in particular.
And no one in particular answered me either.
“I think that snow is breaking the lower limbs.”
“Hey, Mom, look at this meme,” my son said.
So Sunday night before bed I saw ten inches of heavy snow on my little cherry tree (I actually don’t know what it is), bending it’s branches over and I said “Oh my gosh! Should I go out there and clean that off? It’s going to break it’s little branches.”
“Mom,” my son said. “It’s a tree. It’ll be fine.”
So while I felt the need to rescue the trees I didn’t (it was cold and wet, okay?) and the morning after the storm I saw one of the branches on the cherry tree had broke. I felt like I had failed my little tree. The Lorax – I mean — I, was sad, but I think the tree will make it. I think the lower limbs of the pine tree might make it as well, luckily.
On Monday morning the snow fell off the tree limbs in clumps that dissipated into a fine mist on the way down and some of that mist fell down on me when I was taking photos.
I made myself get up earlier than I might would have to try to capture photographs of the snow still on the limbs and lines, but a lot of it had fallen off already.
Luckily my husband grabbed a few photos on the way to work.
I was still able to grab a few shots before all the snow fell off.
Zooma The Wonder Dog enjoyed running along behind me as I took photos. She loves the snow and sleeps hard after a day of playing in it.
The kids also enjoyed building a snowman and a snow fort with the wet snow since the snow from two weeks ago was more like fluff.
I honestly didn’t take very many photos at all on Christmas Day, instead just enjoying the moments of our first Christmas in our new house and with my parents.
By the way, the photo below is the real life photo of the above capture of my dad reading a Christmas story about the making of ‘Silent Night’ to Little Miss. The first photo is the cute, sweet, “blog worthy” photo. The one below is the real photo of how my daughter looked much of the time during the reading because she had been too excited to sleep the night before and was super tired Christmas morning.
When the forecasters said we could get anywhere from 8 to 20 inches (the huge gap was because they apparently had no confidence in their forecasting skills. I can’t blame them.) our area hoped to see that prediction at the lower end of the scale. Sadly, the actual number was not only at the higher end, but four inches over the worst case scenerio.
So, Thursday morning the people in most of our county, and the counties surrounding us, woke up to two feet of snow. This left a lot of people stuck in their homes or digging out. It left my children excited to sled down the hill behind our house. Sadly, the snow was too soft so the sled sank in the snow. That didn’t stop my son. He decided to use the driveway instead. The sled went into the street, but no one was driving on the road anyhow and we were out with him to watch for cars.
Our animals decided they would all try going out in it. Even though, they disappeared in the drifts. We had to rescue the kitten about six times. Watching my son chase a six month kitten through the snow while I watched from the window in the kitchen was entertaining. It was less entertaining the four other times I had to chase after her, three times without a coat or shoes.
The Boy didn’t only sled. He also helped his dad dig out the car to get to work the next morning, considering the only thing visible of the car in the morning was the passenger side mirror. I have a feeling we will still be digging out over the weekend. I told the kids that this snow fall might have to count for our white Christmas, even though it came a week early.
We had a little bit of snow this past week, more snow than we have so far this winter. Little Miss and Zooma the Wonder Dog had a lot of fun trapesing through it.
We haven’t been out a ton lately so I didn’t have enough photos last week for a Photos of the Week post. This week I am combining two weeks worth of photos
Maybe I will have more in future weeks.
It was so cold and dreary here last week that we didn’t really leave the house much, which means I didn’t take a lot of photographs.
I took a few, though, and thought I would share them. Hopefully I’ll have more next week.
I decided to also add some photos I found in my Lightroom that I hadn’t edited yet. I guess you would call them some “lost gems” from the last six months. I also seem to have a black and white theme going on this week. Sometimes black and white helps me to focus on moments, as well as light and dark, more than other aspects of photography.
Also, from these photos it looks like I only have one child. I assure you that I have two, but one is 14. I think that’s all I need to say about that.
Photos from This Week