an infrequent repository of mostly new stuff
The girls came home from their separate away homes for the weekend. Amanda brought Paul, and we all had a little birthday get together. Storms knocked out the power again Friday night, but we happily made do with grilling and eating by candlelight. When the power finally back on, we just turned out the lights and kept going.
Winter took one last swing at us, then skulked off into the woods. Friday evening was snow flurries and sleet. Saturday was almost 80 degrees. Took only three days for leaves to bust out on the trees.
View from the window
Four to six more inches Sunday night. Started mid-afternoon, this time, when we were out for some writer’s festival events in town. This time without the ice, though, so the power stayed on and the roads stayed clear. Most of the weak trees and branches weeded out last time, I suppose. Just pretty.
It snowed and snowed and snowed.
Walk around the lake
The snow is all gone. A few patches hide in the hollows behind trees, and on the north side of hills. Surprising when you do find it, like stumbling on a small furtive animal.
Flowering Quince
With power returned, proper attention can be paid to the material. Here are re-do’s of photos, and snips from those days with nothing to do but look and listen.
“Whenever any Wyoming public library visitor anywhere in the state performs a search of the library catalog from a computer, Filament Mind illuminates that search in a flash of color and light through glowing bundles of fiber optic cables. Each of the 1000 fiber optic cables hanging above (totaling over 5 miles of cable) corresponds to a call number in the Dewey Decimal System, which organizes the library’s collection into approximately 1000 categories of knowledge.”
One day after the big storm, all is well.
Power returned last night, but only after we had built a cozy nest by the fire. We camped out in the living room anyway.
Today the sun is out, the birds are singing, and all that white stuff is turning clear and dripping away.
Winter threw one last tantrum before slinking back to the north, it seems.