Category: Weather



It’s been way too long and I’m sure there are those who think I’ve left this blog for “dead”!  Not  so. But – the author of said blog is … overwhelmed.

So much has happened, where do I start? So – instead of “just starting where I am” – – I run telling myself I’ll post … “later”. However, here we go, and I am starting “where I am”:  the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy.

Ironically it wasn’t really a hurricane when it hit land. As it went by south of us on eastern Long Island, and took aim for the New Jersey coast, we ended up on the “dry” side of the hurricane. Points west of us on Long Island, as well as New York City and New Jersey got a lot more rain than we did. However, this “little storm” was unusual in that it was huge in size because it had combined with a nor’easter. So – in essence – it was a nor’easter with a hurricane in the center. It was also moving horribly slowly, which spread the damage further, and allowed it to last longer, increasing the damage. As we sat in the house during the storm, it clearly *was* windy, but I have been through worse in other storms. But – it still wreaked havoc – much more than Irene, which was last summer’s storm. We were without power for 4 days (much less than many), and had some yard damage.

Due to the full moon and high tide happening at the height of the storm, there was flooding like none that my husband had ever seen in this area. He’s lived here for his entire 66 years, and he was amazed. Had this been a huge rain event, it would have been worse. Burnett Creek – an off shoot of Mecox Bay – over flowed it’s banks and went down our road, drowning a Verizon panel, and making our road impassable to all traffic. We live high off the road, so we were not in any danger of having our basement flood, but I suspect there were those who did have some.

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1. Flooding on Flying Point Road in front of our house — taken at high tide in the middle of the storm at about 11 p.m. I took the photo into a car’s headlights who ultimately turned around once he realized the water he’d come upon.
2. The next day I had hoped to take a photo of that flooding on the road at the next high tide, but it didn’t happen, and all the water which had flowed on the road receded. This is residual water that pooled in our neighbors yard across the street from us. They are much lower than us, and wonder if they had basement water. This photo shows our neighbor’s house reflected in the water.
3. This is the Verizon panel that was blown over and then drowned during the high tide flooding. Shows neighbor’s house in the background and the receding waters in their front yard.

We also had some tree damage in our yard – something else which has not happened to us personally in any recent storm:

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A part of a tree broke off (not from the root, but from the bottom of the tree) and landed in the utility wires above – from our front yard. These utility wires do not service us, and I don’t think they actually messed up power to those who they do service, but I’m not sure.

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Some very hard working tree workers from Illinois, who were assisting LIPA (our power company), came to remove the tree on day #4 after the storm. At the time we were working was when our power returned, but these lines do not service us – the lines on the other road do (we’re a corner lot). It was interesting to watch them work, as they assume all wires are “hot”, and work with such care, but quickly and efficiently. They laid the tree on the side of the road, and the firewood part of the tree was quickly taken by – someone – leaving the top part to be picked up by the town

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Water Mill Beach Club – right on the ocean had a dune breach which pretty much destroyed the club. When Ray was a child his family belonged to the beach club. It was a club mainly for local people – not expensive, rather spartan, with only parking across the street, lockers for each member to leave beach chairs and umbrellas, and an outdoor shower. Since then, it began catering to the summer crowd and built a tennis court, which you can see is destroyed. Flying Point Road was covered in sand and was impassable at the time I took this picture, so I had to turn around there.

I’m so grateful this is over for us, as this could have been very different. There are so many others — mostly in NYC, western Long Island, and NJ who continue to struggle.  My husband and I personally know several who have basically lost everything, or are in the process of evaluating if their homes are a “total loss”.  Some folks had water in their basements – destroying boilers and electric panels.  Unlike these people, we are grateful that we have the opportunity to move forward.


Here’s a quick photo update of the last two days…

Yesterday was a gorgeous day, and the weather perfect. I took a photo of our pool. Inviting … yes?!

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365 photo #176 (June 24)

Today I woke up to the darkest skies ever and rumbling thunder noises in the background. I thought it was a lot earlier than it was, and quickly checked the weather map at accu-weather on my computer to see what was going on. There was a large front – with “red blobs” of very stormy weather, and they were headed right for us. There is something inviting about a rainy morning like this, especially if I do not have to go out anywhere and can just enjoy my morning coffee with Ray — listening to the sound of rain on the roof. And – it was a cozy morning.

I took one photo when it was raining the hardest looking out of our sliding glass door towards the back door which is sort of off to one side. It was an experiment in learning to use different F-stop settings to see how much of the photo — both raindrops and door — I could get into focus. Of course the higher the f-stop, the slower the shutter speed, and since I wasn’t using a tripod, the blurrier the photo! But – I got a few shots, one of which will be my photo of the day. It’s not an exciting photo, but it is a photo that describes the morning:

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365 photo #177 (June 25)

Today’s bonus photo shows that by sunset the skies ultimately cleared – – somewhat, at least. In reality, the weather really remained unstable most of the day…

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This was taken up the street from us where there are fewer trees than around our house so the sunset was more visible. I stopped along side of the road where there is a farm field before the houses that you see in the background. The reflection of the sky in the standing water was really pretty.

Tomorrow I will be playing golf for the first time this season, and I can’t take my camera onto the course as it’s an annoyance to my playing partners. I wish I could because a golf course can be a very scenic environment! Sometimes, instead of concentrating on the golf, I’m forming photos in my mind! However, I will get a photo of some kind when I get home… I think the weather will be good – and not too hot, either. However, if it is, there’s the pool (above) to cool off once I get home!


Today I have been preoccupied. My mom – who is 90 years old – has been admitted to the hospital. I do not want to go into detail, as my family is private. The Internet and all it’s potential breaches of privacy are threatening to them. I mention them very little on this blog, and have had to be careful about what photos I make public on Flickr.

I’m about 800 miles away from my mom. And — suffice it to say — I’m nervous and a little scared, and feeling a tad introspective.

So … with this in mind, when a freak thunderstorm was about to arrive, I went out to take photos of the approaching storm. It’s kind of a metaphor for my life now, as I know there are storms ahead of me which I must weather. I sat outside (before it started to rain) and watched the approaching clouds get closer, and the rumbling thunder get louder. First it was sunny, which gave an eerie glow to the dark clouds and landscape. Then the sun went away. I drank some left over morning coffee – and immersed myself in “the calm before the storm”. While I was sitting there, the Great Blue heron, who has the nest in the nearby tree came back to his station, and began his nesting / mating call — that gravely moan I was talking about in a previous entry. It brought a sense of sadness over the earth – maybe a foreshadowing of things to come for me, though I hope not too soon.

this photo is taken while the sun was still shining on our lagoon, but the storm clouds were clearly marching closer.

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365 photo #73

It’s been a busy week of travel and good old fashioned “girlfriend” time, so it’s been over a week since I’ve posted here. I was in north GA – visiting my friend, Claire, and husband, Terry, at their new house, both to help paint her living room a fabulous “lemon butter” yellow, as well as to simply visit. Internet and phone communication is great, but nothing can replace hanging out together … face to face!

The painting ended up to be a “painting PARTY”. Two other friends came to help – friends Claire and I met on Facebook from our interest in and support of Operation Migration. “Craniacs” – they call us because we’re “crazy about whooping cranes” and Operation Migration’s work to save this magnificent endangered bird. This bond turned into a good friendship, as we painted – talked – and laughed together.

Sadly, in all the excitement of the trip, I managed to miss taking a photo on the day I arrived. The travel and excitement of arriving took precedence in my mind and I forgot. But – I have a photo for all the other days. Claire’s house and yard is full of wonderful photo ops, too! She runs a “Golden Corral Buffet” for birds, and the neighborhood birds congregate – allowing perfect shots for camera buffs!

The photos will be small sized to save space, but you can click on any of them to see them larger in my flickr account.

365 photo #59 … EPIC FAIL. Photo was not taken… 🙂

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1. 365 photo #60 – Male cardinal in the tree that is used by birds as a staging area for the bird feeders Claire has out for her birds. It was a foggy day, and in order to make the cardinal stand out, I added some contrast to the photo. But – you can still tell that it’s a bit “misty”.
2. 365 photo #61 – “The early bird catches the worm” – a robin in the “staging tree” — taken first thing in the morning before we started painting

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1. 365 photo #62 – Our friends gave Claire this lovely bouquet of flowers when they arrived, and here is a macro of one bloom. What beauty! What texture! And – it’s “sort of” like the color of the paint we used!
2. 365 photo #63 – Claire and her kitty, Hannabelle. The night before this photo was taken it was very stormy in the southeast, with violent storm cells – one after the other – marching eastward, seemingly aimed at “us”. Claire and I were up lots of the night tracking these storms, so we’d know if we needed to find a “safe place in the house” to protect ourselves should a random tornado from one of these cells decide to drop down out of the sky. (We lucked out – and were just fine) The difficult thing was that it was not just us we were worried about. Claire’s kitty – Hannabelle – was not with us, but was still in their “other house”, the house from which they’re moving over the course of this winter and spring. So — during the storm, not only were we worried about our own safety, but the safety of the cat, as well as the safety of so many friends of Claire’s in the north Georgia area. So … the next day we went over to the other house to check on little Hannabelle and it was a wonderful reunion. She was was just fine. However, as Claire held Hannabelle, as you see in this photo – she told us – in a very meow-y string of “kitty obscenities” just how much she missed her family! (The bottom line is that they’ll be moving Hannabelle over to their new house very soon!)

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1. 365 photo #64 – As we came home from doing some errands – there were 4 deer walking through Claire’s yard. Here’s one as he crossed the the driveway of the neighbor’s house.
2. 365 photo #65 – It was time to leave and return to Hilton Head, and on my way out, I took this photo of a lone flower in one of their front beds. I don’t know what it is…

Home again … home again! I’m back in Hilton Head now. Yesterday was a bright clear day, but I had so many photos to go through, I ended up staying inside to work on them and not enjoying the outside as much as I would have liked. But – – I took a break to find my daily photo. It was then that I discovered that our blue bird box is inhabited – but not by bluebirds. There is a brown headed nut hatch couple who have set up “housekeeping” inside. Here he (or she?) is guarding the home front. Not only was I really shocked at how close they allowed me to get to them, but they are the cutest little “contortionists”! They can twist around into such odd positions – often upside down!

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365 photo #66

Now … it’s time to find today’s photo….


Already I’m a day behind, as this photo is yesterday’s photo. However, as I said, I will be taking a picture each day for my 365 Project, but, due “life’s interference” I won’t promise always be able to post them on the day they were taken.

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This photo is of a neighbor’s house – across the lagoon from us. Besides the reflection of the houses on the water, our lagoon gives us the opportunity to see egrets, ibis, great blue herons, anhingas, cormorants, and other water birds. Occasionally we see ospreys, and two Christmases ago we saw a bald eagle catching a fish, and I caught a rather blurry picture of him doing so!

I love the reflections on a body of water, particularly when the water is still, which was how it was yesterday on our lagoon. I suspect many upcoming photos will include these kinds of reflections. However, it won’t be today, as the weather has made a dramatic change. It’s turned sharply colder with a gusty winds. Yesterday I was wearing sandals and a short sleeved shirt and today it’s a sweatshirt. The lagoon is also very different as the wind is blowing the water in all different directions, which is pretty in it’s own right.


If anyone noticed a random entry which was published for only a few minutes, it was truly there, but I deleted it.  I was continuing to try to embed the video, “Cats in Pots”, but to no avail.  I think WordPress doesn’t allow some of these for security reasons.  My last entry will just have to remain a link.  It’s cute, though, and it’s a video I have watched numerous times.

This time of year remains slow.  I think my brain is also running at “turtle speed”, as well, and there are few revelations about “life” coming from my mind.  I am accomplishing my daily activities in a kind of robot-like way.  One day seems to blend into the next.  Ray and I are really quite content and are enjoying the slower speed, which is giving us the luxury to truly enjoy getting to know our new kitties!  I chalk it up to “winter’s slugdom”.  Maybe I am hibernating, in similar fashion to the bear.  Well – heh … that’s a stretch.

For most of January and part of February, the weather was wet.  Cloudy days seemed to be the norm, and I think it rained on average – at least somewhat – every other day.  Those glorious sunny days seemed to be a rarity.  We don’t have the cold and snow like “up north” – but even the rain can get get old, too.

On one of those rare days, when the temperature climbed into the low 70’s for the first time, Ray and I hot footed it to Pine Island, which we have dubbed “Dolphin Head Beach”.  It’s waterfront property located on Port Royal Sound within our housing area, which has fabulous driftwood, shells, and occasional spottings of aquatic wildlife.  On the edge of the beach are old gnarled trees, weathered by wind, and on the other side is a swampy “low country” style grassland.  It’s a popular area for dog walking, sunning, exercise AND photography, which is why I go there….

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As is so often the case with hurricanes, the authorities prepare for the worst, but, in the end, the storm’s bark is worse than it’s bite. Each time this situation is repeated, it makes people less likely to follow the advice of the authorities to do the preparedness. I noticed this in the days prior to Earl’s arrival yesterday, and worried if we really got creamed by the storm. Ray, as a volunteer for the Red Cross, would not allow us to slip into apathy, and we prepared as best we could — or to the extent that the authorities suggest. And — in all honesty — one of these times it WILL be the "real thing" – – as it was with Hurricane Gloria (1985), or Bob (1991)- and even Belle back in 1976, though I’m not sure that ever reached hurricane strength. All three of those were either Cat 1 or 2 hurricanes, and they do damage. Trees and branches come down, houses are damaged, there’s ocean flooding, and lengthy power outages. I remember the aftermath of them…  Of course it was nothing like Katrina – but there was clean up and it took days – and in some cases weeks to get power back.  I cannot imagine a cat 3, and that’s what the Legendary Hurricane of 1938 was, which was back before they named these storms.

The storm was lame. It rained off and on from about 10 a.m. on, as the outer bands of the storm marched north toward us. The storm, however, HAD moved east as we hoped it would, so we only got the outer bands. Plus – it lost some of it’s punch and was downgraded to a Cat 1. The wind was minimal here — less than a garden variety nor’easter – and I think only Montauk (35 miles east of us) got anything significant in that department. Before we were sure how the storm would go, Ray and I decided to go out for lunch in town so that we had a nice meal in our belly before we might have to eat the simple things I’d purchased to be cooked if we had a power failure. I think everyone else had the same idea, and the restaurants were jammed.

Since Katrina, and the year that so many storms hit Florida, I think many communities which are in line for these storms are revamping their hurricane preparedness, and Suffolk County is no exception.  The county, along with the various organizations which supply help to storm victims now work together toward a common end, and the EOC was created. 

This storm HAD the potential to hit us head on, and as it made it’s way up the coast, it was a Cat 3 storm, and was worrisome.  The EOC planned for this, and went through all the steps to protect citizens, which in retrospect seemed like overkill.  To some people, all that was done is now seen as a joke and a waste of precious tax payer’s money.  Even before Earl came through I noted many residents (and tourists) not bothering to heed the warnings to take the precautions suggested.  Why bother because it “never materializes anyway”.  In this instance, they were not wrong.  It’s like the little story, “The Boy Who Cried Wolf” – and at some point after repeated false alarms, one doesn’t believe the cries. 

However, one of these days some hurricane WILL hit.  Even in this case, a few degrees “wobble” on the part of Hurricane Earl, and it would have been a “slam dunk” – and we would have been hit head on.  Conditions could have been such that the hurricane would have retained it’s strength, as it is true, they often lose strength as they hit the cooler waters off the northeast coast.  Forecasting has come a long way from when residents were clueless that a hurricane was even out there – like before the 1938 Hurricane.  We can – to a certain extent – predict these wobbles in hurricanes – and know when they will lose strength.  But – – not totally.  It is better to err on the side of caution and do those preparations rather than cavalierly ignore them and take the risk of not being prepared if it ends up being aimed right at you at the last minute.   

By the afternoon I was pretty confident that it wasn’t going to veer toward us, and we were going to dodge this hurricane bullet.  As a closet “storm chaser” (no – I’m sure I’d never do this in real life, but, I admit, storms do excite me when I know I’m in no danger), I decided to drive up to the ocean beach to see the waves.  There was rain, but little wind, but hoped I would have some time to go out and photograph the waves influenced by Earl which was out at sea….

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I was lucky as the rain slowed down and then stopped as we were probably between rain bands at the time which allowed me to use my camera more freely.  When not using my camera I protected it under my raincoat from any droplets or spray.  Thank God for the zoom feature, which allowed me to appear to be up close to some of those waves. I loved the spray on some of them. And – in the 4th shot – it shows the stupidity of some of the people there — as they played in the surf, maybe not realizing it’s true intensity.  Even I felt this, as occasionally when I was standing on the sand behind the surf line, one of the waves would be extra strong and come up right to the dunes – and beyond.  I was then caught in ankle high water as it rushed in.  The strength of this small amount of water reminded me that if it was too much deeper, it could knock me down WITH my camera in hand.  I realized the respect we need for a hurricane ocean. 

The last photo is of New York WABC News Channel 7 reporting on the little hurricane that “wasn’t”, though the ocean did have a dramatic look to it.  I saw the report on the 5 p.m. news.

Today is a marvelous day as they often are once a hurricane or tropical storm has passed.  Our windows are open and a gentle, refreshing breeze is feels good – so unlike the muggy, stifling weather of yesterday.  It’s a gift that the hurricane gives you after it’s destruction, though in our case we were blessed to have avoided that.


For an area that is as close to the "tropics" as Hilton Head is – – it sure has been a cool winter.  No — we cannot compare our "cold" to the northeast cold, and there is nothing here that compares to their snowy winter.  Yet, the natives think they are in the deep freeze – and our "cold" continues to be *the* topic of conversation! Usually I can see evidences of spring as early as the first week of January.  I know that sounds crazy, as that date is only two weeks or so after winter begins!  But I remember walking through the Whooping Crane Conservancy (click here to see photo post from there) in early January of last year and seeing tiny shoots of "new" green, heralding the beginning of spring.  Last year I remember daffodil buds in late January, and the tiny green shoots a few weeks prior to that.  Nothing of the sort has happened this year – and I didn’t see Daffodil buds until mid February – probably due to the colder weather.

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Daffodil bud – February 10, 2010

 

Again — it’s all perspective.  At that point, the northeast was still inundated with snow upon snow.  And residents there would think we were in springtime. 

However — even though the weather has remained cooler than normal, and a lot more rainy, the daffodils are now in full bloom.  I’ve had some difficulty getting out there to take photos of them.  Either it was dark, cloudy and/or raining, or the flowers would move so much in the wind that most of my flower pics were blurry and off center.  Finally — yesterday was daffodil day…..  🙂

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These are our two groupings of daffodils in different areas of our back yard

SOME CLOSE-UPS OF THE FLOWERS

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There is something about Daffodils which reminds me that "Life Wins".  I love winter — always have — and I miss it living here.  I enjoy the crisp cold weather, bundling up in warm clothes and eating what I refer to as "winter food" – i.e. – "comfort food".  To me, snow is pretty, and I think that a "bare" tree without leaves has it’s own distinct beauty.  Yet — when the daffodils bloom, it’s the first sign that the cold and "dead" of winter is finally breaking away to new life that was lying dormant, waiting for the right time to spring forth.  As I’ve said in a previous entry, I appreciate each season as it arrives because I’ve experienced the one before.  And so — spring and the daffodils are more cherished because I have experienced winter.


I’m rather late in getting my blog posts up here, and what I’m going to write about today happened several weeks ago, but it’s worth mentioning – even though delayed.

It happened after a long, dark, rainy day – one of many that we’ve had this winter.  Ordinarily, I love rain, and the cozy feeling it gives you when it’s falling and you’re inside listening to it patter on the roof above.  It’s an excuse to do “inside things” – reading, computer work, and take life a little slower.  However, there is a limit to this enjoyment.  For one, doing errands in such weather is low on my list of fun things.  After a while, there’s a hankering to get outside and be in the fresh air without the aid of an umbrella!  Rainy day photos don’t cut it, either.

So – it was at the end of one of these days, and I was hanging out on the computer.  At some point I looked up – expecting to see more of the dreary looking day, but was shocked to see that our entire yard had this orange, pink kind of glow.  It was dramatic, and at first I thought there might be a fire not far off, which was of concern.  As I think about it now, I wonder if my complete surprise over the color was from being so color-sensory deprived over the course of that gray rainy day, and what I was seeing was so dramatically different.

I grabbed my camera and ran outside to see what was going on.  To my surprise, it was STILL RAINING!  By that point, I knew it was not a fire, as I noticed this magnificent sunset, but my mind still wasn’t thinking “rainbow”.

I snapped some pictures….

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Photos which show both the strong pink and orange colors of the sunset

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Reflections on water.  Picture #1 is taken in the front yard from a puddle on the driveway. Picture #2 — “Upside down trees” is a reflection of the sunset on the lagoon, which we see from our backyard.

Then I realized there was a rainbow!  I wished I’d been somewhere else – like Dolphin Head Beach where there are no trees to block the view of what I realized was a complete rainbow that went from horizon to horizon.  Logic tells me that I’d never have gone there in the rain, but it sure would have been magnificent to see it in that environment  The many trees in our yard blocked the view, but I snapped what pictures I could of it:

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1.  Rainbow taken from our front yard – colors seem more pink

2.  Rainbow taken from our back yard – colors seem more orange.  You can see the faint evidence of the double rainbow

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Here’s one shown larger, and you can see the double rainbow even more clearly.

Just a reminder:  Any photo can be “clicked” and seen larger in my Flickr account.  When you get to the picture, click “all sizes” to see it any size you choose.


I sit here in the "balmy south" region of Hilton Head Island watching the Weather Channel forecast SNOW for this area. Now – "Snow" and "Hilton Head" in the same sentence is an oxymoron. They do not belong together! I also know that most likely this forecast will not pan out and all precipitation will fall as rain. Being a coastal community, there are usually sea breezes which temper winter weather to make it warmer than even a few miles inland. However – just the thought is exciting.

I grew up in the northeast — southeastern PA, to be more specific — and remember many winter snow storms. For this child, snow was The Best. It translated into a day off (or more) from school, and lots of fun with friends building snowmen, snow forts, sledding, making snow angels, and simply enjoying the joy of walking in it. I loved the "hush" that came over all the world when it was falling. Snow changes "sound" giving the environment a peaceful atmosphere. I didn’t see the "inconvenience" of the weather, as it was my parents who had to dig out their cars, and I didn’t have pressure to get to work or shop to make sure we had enough food in the house. Yet — I did my share of shoveling – and it was made to be fun. As children, we were always sent up to my grandfather’s house to shovel him out, as he was too old to safely do those tasks. We did it as a group — had hot chocolate after it was completed making it a fun, bonding experience.

As an adult, hubby and I lived on Long Island (and we still do in the summer months), so snow was still somewhat commonplace, although less so than in PA. Again, living in a coastal area tempers cold weather in the winter (as well as tempering the heat in the summer!), so often snow would fall in New York City only to be a cold icy rain on eastern Long Island. Yet — we did have our share of blizzards, and remember playing in the snow with our son. I remember him in this blue snowsuit with happy red cheeks after coming in from playing.

Generally we had our driveway plowed out by Ray’s business, so that didn’t have to be done, but I kind of enjoyed shoveling the deck and deck stairs to get us plowed out. I would also dig my car out – – but wasn’t pressed to do it as I didn’t have to get to any job. The exercise of shoveling was invigorating, and I basically enjoyed it. Generally we didn’t get snowstorm after snowstorm and there was usually time to regroup between them, though I do remember a few winters of that.

Hubby, on the other hand was traumatized by the white stuff. His business required him to make sure he got to work – and to get the trucks rolling to deliver the propane and to take care of customer’s heating emergencies. In a snow storm, this was an especially vital job, and one couldn’t just call a "snow day" for oneself. He was so upset by it that I had to keep my happiness at seeing it to myself. At night I would turn on the outside light and quietly sit on the window seats and just watch it fall. During the day, if I wasn’t shoveling or outside enjoying it – I was watching out a window. I still have a memory of eating Christmas breakfast watching the snow fall. that was probably the only white Christmas we ever had – and I don’t think more than an inch fell… And, I will admit that Ray and I learned to ski when we were in our 20’s, then had many "school vacation" ski vacations as Scott grew up. Those skiing days are sadly over for me now that I have a "crap knee".

Fast forward to today. Hubby is retired now, and we are "snowbirds" – living on Long Island in the summer – Hilton Head Island in the winter. I haven’t even SEEN a flake of snow since February of 2005 when Hubby and I had to travel north for a month and a half for medical reasons. During that time I relished two snowstorms during the time we were there. I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever see a flake of snow again and feel sad. Oh — there was about 20 minute "snow squall" back in 2001 when we were here — but it didn’t stick (although the freaked out natives let school out early!)

I feel quite alone – and very odd – loving the white stuff as I do. It’s my "inner child" which kicks in and who can’t quite understand the adult hassles. I do understand that this winter has been brutal to many parts of this country — the northeast, mid-Atlantic states, and now many southern states who are not used to it are getting some. In some instances, blizzards have come on the heels a previous blizzard. One Barely has time to clean up after one, before another comes, making clean up doubly difficult. Where does one pile the snow when it gets so high and there are no more places to put it? Besides that – when snow compacts, it’s a sheet of ice. When it melts, then refreezes, it’s even more slippery and difficult to get rid of, making driveways and walks even more treacherous. It’s February — people are getting sick of this and dreaming of spring, and I understand this – at least the adult in me does. But — here I am — feeling deprived of snow and wanting to experience it. I know – – be careful for what you ask for – – you might get it.

Being denied something makes appreciation of it more acute. When one has an over abundance of something – like snow – the beauty of it is less likely to be appreciated. One sees only the inconvenience. (And — I don’t deny that!) Conversely, in my case, I admit I take mild temperatures and flowers in winter for granted, where these things are coveted in the north. I don’t appreciate the beauty of that – at least not like someone who has been inundated with blizzards would.

However – – there is an outside possibility I’ll get to see just a tiny bit of the white stuff — even as far south as "here". I don’t want to pin my hopes on this – but it’s fun to be excited about it no matter what happens.

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