Saturday, April 7, 2007
Early Spring Snow Storm Whimpers Out
This morning, we woke up to a light snow. The quarter inch is a far cry from the one to three inches forecasted.
It ended by ten in the morning, but the rest of the day was mostly cloudy, windy, and the temperature didn’t make it to forty. The rest of our plants we dug up from our garden in Baltimore and didn’t finish planting yesterday are sitting in the yard waiting to be planted. Tomorrow is supposed to be nicer, so maybe we’ll finish up.
For the life of me, I can’t figure this out. Back in the winter, when it is supposed to snow, it rained. My thermometer registered 25 degrees, but it rained. Spring is here, my thermometer registered 38, and it snowed the whole time. The spring trees are in flower and the first leaves are unfurling, and it’s all covered in a quarter of an inch of snow.
Go figure.
I really need to make a list of the backwardness of Toddville. It rains in the winter, snows in the spring. Damp wood won’t burn, but marsh grasses dredged out of the water glow like lava all night. Mosquitoes are almost winter-hardy, sticking around clear into January. And our favorite bar, Carolyn’s Stone House, closes at ten pm on a Saturday night.
I can handle the winter rain and spring snow. I can tolerate the winter-hardy mosquitoes. I won’t ever understand why damp wood won’t burn, but sopping wet marsh grasses become glowing lava flows.
But Carolyn’s better damned well be opened tonight. It’s just not natural to close a bar on a Saturday night before one am.
© 2007
Mark Darien
All rights reserved
Please include this copyright notice if you share this article
It ended by ten in the morning, but the rest of the day was mostly cloudy, windy, and the temperature didn’t make it to forty. The rest of our plants we dug up from our garden in Baltimore and didn’t finish planting yesterday are sitting in the yard waiting to be planted. Tomorrow is supposed to be nicer, so maybe we’ll finish up.
For the life of me, I can’t figure this out. Back in the winter, when it is supposed to snow, it rained. My thermometer registered 25 degrees, but it rained. Spring is here, my thermometer registered 38, and it snowed the whole time. The spring trees are in flower and the first leaves are unfurling, and it’s all covered in a quarter of an inch of snow.
Go figure.
I really need to make a list of the backwardness of Toddville. It rains in the winter, snows in the spring. Damp wood won’t burn, but marsh grasses dredged out of the water glow like lava all night. Mosquitoes are almost winter-hardy, sticking around clear into January. And our favorite bar, Carolyn’s Stone House, closes at ten pm on a Saturday night.
I can handle the winter rain and spring snow. I can tolerate the winter-hardy mosquitoes. I won’t ever understand why damp wood won’t burn, but sopping wet marsh grasses become glowing lava flows.
But Carolyn’s better damned well be opened tonight. It’s just not natural to close a bar on a Saturday night before one am.
© 2007
Mark Darien
All rights reserved
Please include this copyright notice if you share this article
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)

No comments:
Post a Comment