Views of Sequim, the Olympic Peninsula. . .and beyond
The mourning doves haven’t had an easy time of it lately. We have a little flock that hangs around our garden. Lately I’ve found them perched on our garden fence and apple tree, puffed up against the cold. I’m guessing they’re not happy.
This is one of my favorite barns, taken last Sunday. I love how colors pop against a snowscape.
More snow kept us in on earlier this week. We’ve had some warmer temps and possible rain is mentioned in weather forecasts. Hope so. Most people I talk to are missing “normal.”
Rose hips in the snow. That’s the closest I could get to flowers or candy to celebrate St. Valentine’s Day. Enjoy your day. I hope it’s filled with love.
This was a parking lot I ventured into last Sunday. Our other roads looked a lot like this too. We get snow perhaps once or twice a year, a few inches at lower elevations. So we don’t have a lot of snow removal equipment. “Wait and let it melt” usually works pretty well in most cases. Not so much lately.
Bless his heart, a neighbor volunteered to clear our driveway for us Sunday. Until Rob came by, the snow was deep and treacherous. Good neighbors are worth their weight in gold.
We took a trip into town. The surroundings were gorgeous. The highway was clear. Local roads? Not so nice. Sanded slush and more slush. Packed snow and melt. And I’m sure there’s more ice by now.
We picked up provisions we hadn’t gotten before the storms started. And now we’ll stay in until the weather people stop repeating “snow likely,” “snow showers,” and “chance of snow.”
Remember the deck chair I showed you last week here? This is what it looked like in the midst of our recent snow dump storm.
Last Friday as the storms began I took a walk while it came down in big, wet flakes. By Saturday the accumulation was deep enough to make a stroll difficult. We got about a foot (30-1/2 cm). Snow is not common here and this is much more snow than we typically get.
Everything is transformed. Yesterday was a clear, mostly sunny day but more snow is predicted throughout the week. Did someone say “cabin fever?”
Our dog loves the snow, plowing his nose joyfully into drifts. There are things to sniff down there somewhere.