Legend of the Moon Ring
Switzerland has weather sniffers. Punxsutawney has Phil. Around here, we have the Old Timer up the road who has a cat name Mr. Sh*thead and hates everyone.
Midnight Snow
The snow falls softly
Believe
Christmas magic is silent. You don’t hear it… You feel it. You know it. You believe it.
The little Christmas tree
Every year, around the middle of December, in a snow covered field along a quiet country road, a little Christmas tree decorated with a tin foil star and a lone red ornament appears. At sunset, a solar battery powers a single strand of white Christmas lights that shine brightly in the darkness of the surrounding…
Oh, h*ll no!
I officially quit winter! If you need to find me… I will be drunk, somewhere on a tropical beach, wearing nothing but sunscreen.
The icy grip of Mother Nature
Nor’easter #3 brought frigid temperatures and high winds, but thankfully, only about eight inches of snow this time. Schools once again closed and the plows spent most of the day running back and forth along the roads clearing the snow drifts. Since it’s no use trying to fight Mother Nature, I decided to embrace the…
Another Nor’easter
In my neck of the woods, snowstorms are a common occurrence. Six inches of snow is just a dusting. Twelve inches of snow is a nuisance. Eighteen inches of snow is a slight inconvenience. Even a Nor’easter that dumps twenty inches of snow and knocks out the power for a few days is taken in…
Grumpy birds
Harumph
Phil, you’re an a**hole
After weeks and weeks of subzero temperatures, ice, sleet and howling snowstorms, we all had our fingers crossed that Mr. Punxsutawney Phil would give us hope with his annual prognostication. Instead, that nefarious rodent dashed all our early spring dreams and handed down a sentence of another six weeks of winter. And to ensure his…
For auld lang syne, my dear
Let’s face it… I have more of a chance of getting hit by a bolt of lightning while tap dancing on the barn roof, than I do of keeping any New Year’s resolutions. So this year, I’m going to be practical and set the bar low for myself and my family…real, real low. 2018 FAMILY…
Silent Night and an outbreak of spontaneous humanity
In December, 1914, the world was caught up in the horrors of World War I. But on Christmas Eve, on the battlefields of Flanders, the guns of the Allied and German troops fell silent. Soon, the sounds of war were replaced by the beautiful melody of “Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht” (“Silent Night, Holy Night”) emanating…
Waiting… for the thaw
“Everywhere in nature we are taught the lessons of patience and waiting. We want things a long time before we get them, and the fact that we want them a long time makes them all the more precious when they come.”
Let it be
And when the broken-hearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer
Let it be
SNOWmageddon and the last loaf of bread
STELLAAAA! STELLLLLAAAAAAA!! The afternoon before the storm, the local forecast had people whipped into a frenzy. Schools closed, businesses shut down and the governor declared a state of emergency in anticipation of Stella. All this sent hoards of preppers to the grocery store for the customary storm supplies: milk and bread. I, however, thought that…
I’m gonna ring that groundhog’s neck
We’ve had a relatively mild winter here in my neck of the woods. That was until that pompous groundhog just HAD to put his two cents in and muck up the weather pattern. No sooner did he see his shadow last Thursday, then the snow started to fall, finally culminating today with another 12 inches.…
The Farmers in the Dell 