I walked towards the apple trees and decided the snow, which was making farting noises with each step, wasn’t amusing. My husband would find the humor in it! ~

Last night the snow started. I stood outside under driveway light and watched the misty rain change to snow as it fell. The blacktop was coated within minutes, a slippery mess only Uriah hazarded to walk across. The air was filled with dampness, and fog from the frozen ground and warmer air.  Even with the heavy darkness blanketing the house, sound wasn’t muffled and I could hear the coyotes racing across the farm fields, closing in on us.

“Uriah, hurry up and pee! We have to get inside!” I held tightly to my ski poles and tried to peer into the darkness. 

Uriah moved slowly, his arthritis was acting up with the dampness. Still, his hackles rose when we heard the howling start. He puffed his chest out and scraped at the ground with his back legs.

“Ok! You’re a big, brave dog! Let’s get inside!”

Uriah turned and raced into the open garage door. All bark and no bite…

This morning, everything was covered in bridal white.

Heart attack snow covered the driveway and deck. It’s the snow that one small shovel full can make a weight lifter grunt. The snow thrower will have a hard time with this mess.  Underneath was a grey slush, which will strain both me and the snow thrower. I walked down the drive to the road, where the snow plow had sprayed extra snow on the mouth of the driveway. I kicked at it and decided we are snowed in till spring.

The deck had about four to six inches of snow waiting to melt into the outside kennel. Uriah and I checked it out. I was able to kick around a four by four foot patch so it didn’t drip on Uriah’s head. The rest will be a waterfall if the temperatures keep rising, which according to the weatherman, the warm-up isn’t here, yet.

Notice the large pile of snow on the outside of his kennel. That should melt in mid-summer.:-)

15 thoughts on “I walked towards the apple trees and decided the snow, which was making farting noises with each step, wasn’t amusing. My husband would find the humor in it! ~”

  1. lol just when u think its over, bang its away again lol, sounds pretty spooky at night at your place, its not but its just with the quiet you hear all the animal sounds, great post and pics as always, hope u are feeling better xx

    1. william
      It can be spooky. I have walked around here without thinking at night, when I do take notice, I feel like I being watched, which I am. The country has its dangers just like the city streets.
      Gerardine

  2. I have fun giggling at the noise description of your walk,
    that’s how people have fun laughing at themselves and at the things they do.

    a beautiful post packed with humor, sounds, and thoughts…

    stay alert,
    remember your camera,
    and
    rock and roll all the way to your dream land!
    😉

  3. Jingle,
    As adults we tend to over look what is silly and fun. I just hope the animals and birds will fly/walk in front of my lens.

    This is such a wonderful way to end a comment or a letter.
    “stay alert,
    remember your camera,
    and
    rock and roll all the way to your dream land!”

    Thank you for the fun!

    Gerardine

  4. Lovely descriptions! You had me quite lost in there for a while!! I have an award for you back at my place if you care to come and pick it up 😉 Thanks I thin k I can use this as inspiration for a piece I’m working for at uni! <3

  5. I wish my dogs would be as smart as Uriah. They hear a coyote and they go crazy and try to go after it. Stupid Chihuahuas!! They’ll go after a coyote, but they run from thunder! LOL!

    Sorry you are snowed in till spring, should I send cat food?!

    1. Heather,
      Oh, Uriah use to run with the coyotes when his two brothers were alive. This past year it has only been the two of us, and I can keep an eye on him so he can’t sneak off. Uriah is now twelve and he has a problem with thunder.
      We have plenty of Rats:-)
      Gerardine

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