Winter kicked off properly as of late this afternoon. A storm roared in from the west and the bare ground of earlier today was quickly buried under a cloak of white. Not quite the scene pictured above yet, but give it time. This storm is supposed to blow all night and all day tomorrow, so it’s possible that we could be gazing out at a scene at least somewhat like the one above by the end of tomorrow. Give us a few weeks and the scene above will very definitely be there, exactly as pictured.
That’s not our street in the photo, in case you’re wondering, but one very much like it, in the same general area of the city. Just wish we had one of those lovely verandahs. Most of the other houses on this side of our street have them, and there used to be one on this house. But a previous owner removed it, for some bizarre reason. The house looks fine without one, but I’ll bet that it looked finer with one.
Anyway, back to the weather, this isn’t the “winter’s coming” kind of wet, gloppy, quick to melt snow that we’ve had bits of a few times in past weeks. It’s serious, winter’s here to stay snow coming down out there tonight, i.e. the small-flaked, “dry”, crystally stuff that whips into drifts ever so nicely, and that stings when blown directly into your face. The temperature is a mere -4 C. at present, but the wind makes it feel like -16. Still quite mild for mid-November, really, but a bit of a shock after autumn’s last hurrah on the weekend. Friday soared to an incredibly balmy 12 degrees, so we were able to finish off the very, very, very last minute getting ready for winter jobs in shirt sleeves. Well, I thought it was shirt sleeve weather anyway. But you know how I am. 🙂
I must say that it was a treat to get the Christmas lights up in that kind of warmth, rather than fighting with them in a cold wind. Our house faces north, so hanging the lights has been a pretty chilly task some years, when winter has caught us out before we had them up. Just as well that we had a nice day for the job as it took awhile. We bought new lights this year, as the old ones walked away somewhere since last January, and yes, I tested both strings before he took them outside. I’m the organized, efficient sort, remember?! But of course you know how these things go for us. The tap experience of late was typical, rather than an exception!
Hanging the lights is a two-person task in the cold, for all of the obvious reasons. But it’s a one-man job when it’s warm, so I left Richard to it and went to cut down my very late-blooming chrysanthemums and Michaelmas daisies (or hardy asters, as they’re more commonly known in North America) in the back yard. Eventually I was summoned to the front for his big “ta da” moment. Or what was supposed to be his “ta da” moment. One string of lights did indeed blaze into multi-coloured glory, as did half of the other string. But only half. Oh dear. One really doesn’t know what to say for the best on such occasions, does one? So, I said nothing and just quietly went about wiggling the dark bulbs, willing them with all my might to light up. Which they didn’t do, so it was on to checking plugs and doing all of the other obvious possible remedies to the situation, all to no avail. As we ran out of possibilities, the crestfallen one looked as crestfallen as it’s possible for a crestfallen one to look crestfallen. Oh dear. Certainly not his fault, but you know how it is at times such as this. Being deprived of a “ta da” moment isn’t at all good for the ego. No, not one bit.
But he saved the day himself in the end. He came into the house, went down to the basement in search of something or other with which to get on with another job outside, and literally stumbled into a box containing the old Christmas lights. At some point they were transferred to a different box from the one I had put them in last winter, and I had kicked what I thought was an empty one aside while hunting for the one I had thought they were in. Guess the empty one wasn’t empty, after all. The lid flew open when Richard walked into it and voila, lights! So, his status as clever lad was very much restored. The old lights are identical to the new ones we bought, so down came the offending new, up went the old, and voila, a gorgeously lit up front of the house.
And a gorgeously lit up, formerly crestfallen, man of the house. 🙂