When yesterday dawned so beautiful and clear with the first glimpse of blue sky we've had in ages, it seemed like a good omen. The blizzards of this weekend were over for a time. We were thankful, because it was the day of the funeral for our neighbor and friend, Don, and we were dreading the difficulties for the family with all the bad weather.
As you can see, the old picnic bench on the patio looks like a sarcophagus.
Ron posing for me as he rests from digging out the dog trail to Hampton's.
As you can see, the snow does want to fill in the path. One of our neighbors complained that you can go 50 miles in any direction and run out of the snow. We really know that we are blessed, because it's that melting snow that sustains this little farming community when summer comes, but when the days continue gray and stormy, or gray and foggy, it's a little hard to find the light. As Mark Twain said, "Everybody wants to have something done about the weather, but no one does anything." (Or something like that.) We got above freezing yesterday - remarkable!
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Oh brother deliver me
Deliver you? From what?????
How many inches of snow are resting on your picnic table. Ron looks good all bundled up in his winter coat!
Is Dwight saying that he doesn't really have anything to complain about afterall?
I'm not sure, but until he comes back to revisit his comment, I won't understand it. We didn't measure the picnic table. Even with the warmer weather, it still looks like quite a mound.
A picture is worth a thousand words. I had no idea you had that much snow. How long do you think it will take to melt all that? I think what Dwight means is that he is glad to be in "sunny" southern Utah.
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