Saturday, February 09, 2013
Last night I kept waking up to the sound of the wind that had been predicted. This solid house actually shook for the first time since I've lived here. The dogs were nervous and hid under the covers, pasted up against my body as if I could protect them from whatever catastrophe seemed imminent. I looked out the window in the morning and it looked as if there hadn't been much accumulation of snow. Nevertheless, the howling of the wind was intimidating. I put on my robe instead of getting dressed at once (a first) and came downstairs. The dogs did not follow me, confused at the change of routine, and stared at me without moving from the bed. The sound of dog dishes being filled brought them down, though, and Benny went to the shed door to go out. When I opened it for him, we were faced with a wall of snow. The wind had blown the outside door open and the shed was full of snow. I knocked it down with a broom, and on the other side the dog yard was bare. There was not a flake of snow on the car, parked a few feet away. The wind had knocked down the dog fence.
Next I went to the front door, where from the window it looked like nothing had accumulated there. When I opened it, though, a drift had covered the bottom half of the door and a flat wall of snow remained upright in front of me. A foot away, to my right, the ground was bare. I put on my boots and stomped a path through the drift to the open grass for the dogs. I put on their leashes, stood in the doorway as they bound through the door. The wind hit them, blew their ears back flat, and made them squint their eyes. After a very quick pee they raced back inside.
So, here we are. Miraculously the electricity is still on, so we have light and heat for the time being. I took the camera outside and tried to capture the atmosphere, but the pictures in no way do it justice. Most of them were blurry due to the difficulty I had standing still against the wind. I didn't linger long, either, standing in my boots and bathrobe.