Nor’easter Stella flew through our area. She wasn’t as naughty as predicted. After our unseasonable warm weather which pushed out buds on our trees, Stella came through with an arctic blast that killed the buds, scattering them on the ground. I’m sure she giggled as she froze my hydrangea buds too. As fast as she came, she left. However, her coldness is lingering.
Our cat Gracie (who is not an older cat!) was mystified by the snow. “Whoa Nellie!” was what she said. “Who dumped all the white fuzz?” As she went out to the (unheated) screened porch which had a light covering of snow, she was not happy. “Paws, cold, need a warm up” was all I could understand. The rest was probably a smattering of cat curse words. Gotta love her.
Snowstorm equals finished taxes. Mostly. Just a quick verification and they are good to go. Such a relief. Margarita time (somewhere!).
The beloved husband spent three hours clearing the snow yesterday (so I could get to Starbucks this morning). He’s the best (and so was my mocha latte).
I love self-setting clocks (the less I have to do the better). We have quite a few. As I replace a clock I try to find an automatic one. I wish appliances would offer that. Not only do we need to change those for the spring forward, fall back thing but also for every electrical flickering. Yes, I am spoiled.
Hope you are enjoying whatever is happening in your neck of the woods.