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I was hoping for a Hotspur of a blizzard; but no.  This one's Falstaff in the laundry basket, humped, heaped, and untidily bundled.  There's a large bluff wind, booming shapelessly.  The sky is sizzling with ice; the trees are hurling down clods, like a bombardment in a squirrels' war.  The snow is all pocky.  It's a bust.

On the up side, I don't think this will blight the fruit trees.  Last year, there were no peaches in New England—no stone fruit at all—and the apples were stunted.  Frost-kill.

I loved those small apples though—the perfect size, like pippins


Date: 2017-03-14 08:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
So happy that the reality was less than the forecast--unlike the people who complain about media hype, who would have complained even more had the situation been the opposite. I'm just happy not to have to set foot outside.

Date: 2017-03-14 10:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Of course, I went right out into it, being drawn to bad weather.


Date: 2017-03-14 08:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It heaps us, it tasks us.

It's how Simon Russell Beale would play a blizzard.

Date: 2017-03-14 10:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It's how Simon Russell Beale would play a blizzard.

Laughed myself silly.


I will never see him again without thinking, Slush!


Date: 2017-03-14 09:08 pm (UTC)
sovay: (Morell: quizzical)
From: [personal profile] sovay
It's a bust.

I would not call it a bust: where we are, a rather large quantity of wet, icy, sloggy snow fell solidly out of the sky and clogged up the streets. It's not aesthetic, but it is effective. And now I think it's sleeting. That's not going to be safe after dark and [ profile] derspatchel still has to get home from work.

Date: 2017-03-14 10:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
A bust aesthetically, that is. I didn't mean to belittle the miseries and dangers of a slush storm. Of course, this kind of icy sloggy snow is infinitely worse to travel in than a clean fierce explosion of powder. (Hotspur blizzards are not only beautiful, they're shovelable. The frozen snow stays put.)

I fervently hope that [ profile] derspatchel will be safe coming home, and will arrive as dry as humanly possible. Stay warm.


Date: 2017-03-15 03:05 am (UTC)
sovay: (Rotwang)
From: [personal profile] sovay
I fervently hope that derspatchel will be safe coming home, and will arrive as dry as humanly possible. Stay warm.

He is home, we made dinner, we are staying as warm as we safely can. The cats are good.

Date: 2017-03-15 04:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank heavens!


Date: 2017-03-14 11:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Said he young Harry Percy's spur was cold?
Of Hotspur, Coldspur? that rebellion
Had met ill luck?

Date: 2017-03-15 12:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Misfortune made his grave.
Death's spur is cold, pricks on to nothingness;
Its mare, oblivion; mere ice, its sword
That makes division of the breath and bone,
Betwixt the fiery soul and food for worms.

Edited Date: 2017-03-15 12:47 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-03-15 12:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I hope the spring and summer yield stone fruits and soft skies for you.

Date: 2017-03-15 12:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Soft, not brazen, would be lovely. I wish we grew damsons; I wish I could find another of my grandmother's plum trees, that bore marble-sized fruits whose jelly was the color of paradise.

Probably a sport.


Date: 2017-03-15 06:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
On the up side, I don't think this will blight the fruit trees.

Yes--and equally importantly, they hadn't budded out in either of the two previous false springs.
I am glad, incidentally, to see someone BESIDES me pointing out the importance of these things!

Date: 2017-03-16 05:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Bees, orchards—I worry. Let's hope they pull through.


Date: 2017-03-19 01:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Down here, the stone fruit may be blighted - National Parks Service says we've lost at least half the cherry blossoms. And Georgia is apparently going to lose a good chunk of its blueberry harvest. Before the storm, the daffodils were in full bloom (about a month early).


Date: 2017-03-21 04:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh hell. So sad, so very sad,



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