day after enzo

This is what it looked like outside at 12:58 AM.

 

I had taken a peek as I was going to bed.

 

Winter Storm Enzo had been circling the house, jabbing here and there with his bony, cold, fingers.

 

My front yard was the only one that still showed grass.

 

My little blue car was outlined in snow, but it was too dark for my camera to see it.

 

When I awakened at 6:37 AM to pee, I peeked outside again.

 

White, white, white, as far as the eye could see.

 

All of my front yard was blanketed.

 

Even the two liriope at the end of my sidewalk were just indiscriminate mounds of white.

Back to my warm bed I went.

At 9 AM, I rose again, briefly.

Time to take Synthroid and check outside.

The liriope had also risen from its covering of snow, its dark green leaves triumphant above the white!

 

Good for it!

 

Even the taller grass of the spiral around the Japanese magnolia was visible again!

 

And what about the back yard? 

 

The bird bath was piled high with collected snow.

 

No worries, that would eventually be water for the aviary bunch that share my property!

 

The yard itself wore a white blanket, but it was lightly glistening.

 

Was it already warming in the sun?

 

Back to my warm covers I went, to await coffee time and a reason to rise.

 

Not so my little great-nieces in Hinesville!

 

They had missed the snow of 2014, so this was their very first chance to make snow angels.

 

The joke was on them!

 

The temperatures had frozen the snow... making them little snow devils instead!

 

Hahahaha!

 

At 10:30 AM, coffee was made and so was soup.

 

The temperature outside was 30 F, with a wind chill that knocked it down to 19 F.

 

That made the 60 F inside my house seem almost balmy by comparison.

 

I'm so glad I put the sheet up on Friday night to block the sunroom off.

I heard that snow devil Enzo scratching to get through last night!

After dining on warm liquids for breakfast, I checked outside again.

It was beautifully sunny, but the temperature was still hovering at 30 F.

The icicles on my eaves were steadily drip-drip-dripping, shedding their frozen dihydrogen oxide.

The snow in my front yard was sparkling with millions of minuscule diamonds, as my car continued to be draped under its blanket of white.

 

As for the rest of my front yard, there had been a change by that time.

 

Even the area in the shade was nearly devoid of its snowy covering!

 

Perhaps the longer grass there, left unmowed since I last ran the Ryobi, had harbored ground heat?

That would explain why mine was the only yard that showed any grass at all.

Everyone else scalps their grassy areas.

That's okay, though.

I have no reason to venture outside until Friday, when I have my 6-month check up with my PCP.

 

While the weather song heads for higher notes, I'll watch "The Madame Blanc Mysteries" on Acorn TV.

Thanks, Comcast.