My intension was to show off the new solar powered string of lights our Alberta spruce is wearing these days. And it seemed like it’d be cool to catch the rising, nearly full moon in the background, but I didn’t anticipate how much like the sun the moon would appear from the long exposure. Pretty intense reminder that the light of the moon is only sunlight reflected, eh?
I also like how light the sky was still that evening, since this pic was taken around 5:20 p.m. Perhaps the best part of February (besides some heart-shaped confection or other…) is the fun of watching the sun set later and later, as our days stretch slowly toward midsummer’s golden evenings. Which is helpful, since by the middle of February, winter can seem a dreary business, even if one has been wishing and hoping for snowstorms that never quite materialize.
I’m pretty amused, actually, that I’ve gone from being all rah rah about snowstorms to being just about ready for Spring’s warm breezes. In fact, we’ve had a few momentary tastes of those already. But then we’ve also had a dusting of snow, too. Our friend the ocean gives us a little bit of everything, it seems.
But this year, not a lot of snow. For that, it seemed I’d have to go elsewhere. Back in December, I’d fled our family Christmas celebrations in Connecticut just a little ahead of schedule in order to get home before the arrival of a big snowstorm. You may recall that was just the first in a series of such storms that came sweeping across the plains or up the coast with more snow for the northeast this winter.
It seemed every couple of days (although perhaps ’twas once a week) since then, I heard or read the reports of more snow falling there, more piling up. Another couple of inches one day, another foot another. It was just crazy the way its kept coming, and ironic that it should mount into snowfall totals to rival the most intense of the Adirondack winters Mom and Dad knew before moving to Connecticut. Fortunately, they brought with them the experience of those winters, and also their snow rake, so as to remove some of those snow totals from the roof.
By the time I got there, there wasn’t much driveway left. I was fortunate that there wasn’t any new snow to deal with for the weekend of my visit. I was, however, met with a solid temperature of nine degrees, making it feel as though I’d made the trip all the way to the Adirondacks, instead of simply northwest Connecticut.
Here’s Mom and Dad’s kitty, Dewey, who’s always very happy to see me. He and Badum send messages back and forth to one another by rubbing on my sneakers and luggage. Here he’s a little disdainful that my desire to take his photo is greater than my desire to put more treats in his bowl.
It was cool to see all the snow, or what remained of it. The white stuff was transforming from snow to snirt by then. It compressed down a bit by the time I got there, but you could also see actual mountains of snow in public parking lots and such, where snow plow crews just kept piling it higher and higher. Not a story unique to the region this winter, but still fun to check it out first hand.
Of course, seeing the snow was hardly the point of the weekend’s travel, only a bit of set dressing. As a Christmas gift, Mom and Dad bought me, Sue and Joe (and themselves) tickets to a local production of RENT, which was going on that particular weekend at the Warner Theatre, the fantastically restored art deco theatre in their city.
It worked out nicely that it was Valentine’s weekend, since it’s always sort of a sweet occasion to get the five of us together, something – to our great pleasure – we’ve been able to do more often in the last few years. So we had a great family dinner before the show and then coffee and dessert afterwards, and all of that seasoned with plenty of laughs and good times.
As always with these weekends, it went too quickly, and almost before I realized it, I was back on the Cape, where the bare ground and warmer temperatures made all that snow seem like some kind of fever dream.
As the days of February stretched longer, there were a few other signs of spring-ish-ness. A couple of days when temps rose into the 30s and 40s. If one looks closely, you can see tiny tips of crocuses and daffodils beginning to push their way up out of the ground. In fact, I can tell you now that my next post will feature some snowdrops and a few other surprise blooms.
Here’s a particularly lovely sunrise we enjoyed out our living room window early one morning, and just one more shot of that sunny moon rising over the marsh.