It began with a roaring, middle-of-the-night windstorm that brought down a great many branches - but would likely have taken down entire trees had they already leafed out, so we were lucky. No injuries, no damage to buildings, no power lines down.
There was this small, localized bit of misfortune:
It's the top of a maple, that snapped and fell across the roundtop. I was able to pull it off with that line, but...
Possibly later I can buy replacement sections for the very bent frame pieces, but there's no point in moving all the hay now; it will be fed and gone soon enough. Meanwhile, I've got a tarp tied down over the many holes poked in the cover. It'll do.
Of course the reality is, we've had massive snowstorms in April, and I recall once being stuck in my own driveway in May. But despite this...when the season is shifting and days are growing longer and are sometimes pleasantly warm, it is easier to perceive snow as a transient and beautifying gift. Which is why I don't think this titmouse was worried at the moment when freezing rain turned to snow yesterday:
|"Snow? Let's see...a variety of seeds,|
a perch all to myself,
under an overhang...
and it was 60F yesterday.
Scattered between all this rain and snow and wind, there have been some blue-sky-and-shirtsleeves days. Some outdoor carpentry project days.
Some let's-muck-out-the-barn days.
And even a couple of "drag the chaise out to the Upper West Side paddock and knit for an hour after chores" days.
Yes, actual knitting.
With agreeable company.
And valuable opinions when requested.