Oh I remember-I mentioned spring two posts ago. Well, never mind-we won’t be seeing spring for a while yet.
Last Saturday morning I woke to find this outside my door-the snow, not the yardstick. We don’t fool around with any of that new-fangled weather gadgetry here in New Hampshire.
The trees had been frosted overnight but it wouldn’t last long because we had a fierce wind blowing.
The trails were pristine but the snow was knee deep and impossible to maneuver easily without snowshoes or skis. The gale force winds quickly blew the snow off the trees and had them creaking and groaning so loudly that it wasn’t too hard to imagine what being on a three masted schooner in heavy swells must have sounded like.
The sun came and went and had no effect on either the temperature or the wind.
The wind sculpted the snow and blew it into drifts-in some places deep enough to completely bury cars. In this picture it was working on burying a stone. Or maybe it was uncovering it.
In other places it sculpted waves.
All winter long I’ve been trying to convince my camera that snow really does sparkle in the sun. For some reason the camera has a hard time seeing what the eye sees when it comes to snow sparkles. This shot came close.
The geese on the river didn’t seem to mind the wind. I’ve noticed that their numbers are increasing. Whatever happened to geese flying south for the winter, I wonder.
The Ashuelot River water level has dropped a few feet and it is starting to ice up again. Just a week ago the banks were nearly full and it looked spring like had come.
A couple of nights of below zero temperatures have probably changed this scene considerably since this was taken.
You wouldn’t know it by this sky, but temperatures are supposed to be above freezing each day this week and except for Monday, the sun is supposed to shine all week. I’m counting on it.
The snow was whiter than what seemed possible. ~J. McSparin – 8th Grader
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