Thought I’d take a break between eating cookies from the cookie exchange I went to on the weekend (a great idea with devastating consequences. What the hell am I going to do with 70+ cookies? Exactly: eat them. All.) and knitting furiously, in the name of trying to get gifts completed, to show you some of the results of the storm last week.
These were taken one street up from us; they are cherry trees, and I’m afraid we’re going to lose a few.
At one point, this limb (or, more accurately, half-a-tree) had split off with the weight of the snow and was sitting on top of a truck.
My sister arrived home from Paris last night, where she’s lived for a year and a half, and I’m mock-blaming her. She said she wanted snow when she came home – and well, she’s got it.
Renee says
You know, I’m thinking if I got to spend a year and a half in Paris I wouldn’t ask for anything else in the world!
But since I’m not so lucky, I’m down here in ol’ North Carolina being very jealous of your beautiful snow. Even though the falling limbs are no fun and sometimes destructive, I always remind myself that they are nature’s way of pruning and keeping house. Sometimes (I think? Or am I delusional?) it seems healthy and good for the plants.
PS, I ignorantly didn’t realize we have very similar climates. I’m in a microclimate 8 due to the city heat, but this state is mostly a 7.