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The Calm Before the Storm

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"About as much fun as a bag of weasels"...when I first saw this Irish adage, it made me think of the life of a writer: sometimes perilous, sometimes painful, certainly interesting. My paper journal has always been called "The Bag of Weasels." This is the Bag of Weasels' online home.

The Calm Before the Storm

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Like much of the East Coast, we are under a winter storm warning for tomorrow. Our supervisory union is already dismissing early tomorrow, to avoid the brunt of the blizzard-like conditions in the afternoon. We've already used four snow days this year, and people are starting to wig out over how late into the summer students will go to school. (It's a normal date to start summer vacation in Maryland, so it doesn't feel onerous to me.) I think the SU is trying to avoid using another snow day tomorrow when there is already a good chance that schools will be closed Wednesday.

As night fell, I schlepped the compost bucket down to the bin behind the barn. I have to admit that this is chore that I actively neglect because it's quite a slog in the snow, and prying open the partly frozen compost bin isn't fun either. But I knew that with two feet of snow on the ground, I'd want to do it even less. The sky was a flat white and the air utterly still, like the Earth was holding its breath. It was actually eerie how quiet it was and the way the trees stood like they were painted on the sky.

Bobby and I also hauled up seven bags of pellets from the barn. (Next year, we will clear out the shed alongside our house enough to hold all of our pellets; our yard is just steep enough to make carrying bags of pellets up from the barn a real pain in the ass, made worse when the snow is deep, which it is not right now.)

On a completely different note, we started our first indoor seeds a week ago and came home today to the first frail tomato stem curling out of the soil. We also ordered chicks on Saturday: ten pullets, five broilers, and three turkeys. Spring is taking hold, no matter how tenuous, blizzard notwithstanding.

This post was originally posted on Dreamwidth and, using my Felagundish Elf magic, crossposted to LiveJournal. You can comment here or there!

  • I remember the unique silence before a snowfall, and also when snow is quietly falling. Good luck in this storm!
  • This morning the cold woke me up early. I turned on the TV, electric fireplace and tea kettle all at the same time. *poof* There went one of the breakers. So I schlepped downstairs to turn it back on but it wasn't labelled so after three trips up & down the basement stairs I woke up Eddie so he could go do it. LOL. Getting yelled at was worth it. ;)

    So this is how today is going to go. We are supposed to get about 7 inches of snow today but I heard on TV that you in the U.S. along the coast are in for a worst blast than us. New York was mentioned as being under a particularly harsh warning.

    While it sounds so scary to hear stuff like that, it's supposed to be in the plus temperatures on Thursday! Most of the snow we get now is gonna melt! Weather is crazy this time of year.
  • Good luck!
  • Broilers and turkeys! Will you learn to butcher them yourselves?

    I hope you sail through this storm without any trouble. :)
  • Be safe, stay warm, enjoy your day off.

    That crystalline silence before and during a snow is such a unique feel, I'm not sure if those in the South who have never experienced such a snow would have any idea of how the earth holds her breath at these times. I think they are totally magic.

    *hugs* to all, including the Goldens and, of course, your 'fraidy cat.

    - Erulisse (one L)
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