February 2, 2011 by PaulM Posted in Culture, History, Lowell 4 Comments
What’s the equivalent of shell-shock for snow-ver-the-top white stuff? Snow fatigue? On the other hand a lawyer friend of mine is giddy about ski prospects in Vermont for the next many weeks. I’ve always admired the people in seasonal businesses, like fried dough at Hampton Beach, clam shacks on the Cape, maple sugar product shops in New Hampshire, and ski destinations in upper New England (even more so for central Mass.). So this is a good year for the ski hills. And a good year to refill the reservoirs. We are lucky to have good water supplies in our region. That’s something that might be taken for granted, but other places in the US suffer for lack of water.
The snow keeps falling in The Flats.
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I think I’m starting to crack.
A couple nights ago, I had a dream that I was transplanting daffodil bulbs that had sprouted my lawn* into a planting bed.
Last week, as I was flipping through the channels, I stopped on a fishing show, just because the weather looked really nice on that lake.
*A “lawn,” you might remember, is a wide expanse of a plant known as “grass,” often found outside of a house. C’mon, you remember – you mow it every week to keep it from getting too long? It’s that thing under the snow banks, next to your driveway. Give it a minute, it’ll come to you.
So I just got off the phone with my youngest now working in Atlanta- he wanted to know if we had had enough yet. Looks like he picked the right year to leave Ann Arbor for “greener” pastures ( and a hefty pay increase ) Could someone out there please remind me why I married a Yankee?
The snow is glittering fantasmagorical sculpture.