Errrr Friday, Mar 6 2015 

As part of one of my jobs, I have the entertaining duty to try to sell birdhouses. I have been diligently telling people that early March is the ideal time to put up said birdhouses.  It is, after all, that time of the year for a number of the birds that favor birdhouses: the chickadees have been pairing off, as have the woodpeckers. There are a remarkable number of blue birds hanging about, though no swallows yet.  (A good thing, since swallows need flying insects and are long-distance migrants; bluebirds however can overwinter as far north as Pennsylvania and sometimes even southern Connecticut).

However…..there is a bit of a problem with actually putting a house Up this year. Since most houses are best mounted on poles, one needs to put the pole in the ground.  This is fine if the pole is already in the ground.  But if it isn’t….well, I am sure this snow will melt someday… I just hope none of my customers remember what I said in December.  It is true most years!

It is remarkable though, how loud the woods get at this time of the year. All of the woodpeckers are debating their trees, the smaller birds are very active, the crows are beginning to move about more though they are not yet paired off again.  On a warm day, the woods are alive even if they don’t look it.

 

 

Sun Angles Friday, Feb 27 2015 

Unlike the birds, modern humans don’t tend to pay too much attention to the sun. Or the angle of the sun. Neolithic humans did, but we like to think that….well anyway.

However, there was general consensus at the dinner table that indeed we do notice the sun angle.  For southern New England, the sun angle is suggesting that (while still winter) spring should be coming. The snow should be soggy, the air should have some moisture in it.  There certainly should not be snow clinging to tree branches, burying southern facing roofs, and still crisp, sharp, and slippery.

It is jarring to have spring sun and a winter landscape. Some bit of our old brain still works!

The chickadees Sunday, Feb 22 2015 

are done with winter, they have been busy pairing off this week. As are most of the other birds, the goldfinches, for example, are beginning to regain their golden colors. For them the sun is king, not the temperature or the extended forecast.

Winter isn’t done though.* Last night’s snow was elegant: a fluffy (if very slick) eight inches. It hung in the trees quite nicely. Tomorrow night is forecast to hit -11 F. Yay?

Despite major efforts, the driveway remains shut, except at both ends.  You could build very respectable igloos out of the drift snow. So we wait. What else can one do, but lie to oneself about one’s power over old Mother Nature?

*Today it got above freezing, however! I have a feeling that the winter/spring transition is going to be short and wet.

Hunting Jackal Friday, Feb 20 2015 

One good thing about the cold weather, there was a lovely moon tonight. It was the slimmest, sharpest crescent edge of gold riding low with the ice-blue Jackal star close by. But what made it really lovely was the earth-shine. All this white snow helps with that phenomenon. The reflection of the rest of the moon was just enough to pick out in golden black shadow the entire moon, glowing ever so faintly against the black sky.

Hauntingly lovely.

And the miles unending Friday, Feb 13 2015 

And the miles unending

Anger’s broken road

The snarl of hating love

Running through the night

And home, where is home?

Ah, but I know

As sure as I know my master

And life’s wondrous chains.

The purple hills rising from the river

The Big Dipper swinging low across the horizon

Stars poured out across the northern sky

The fires of the southern cities behind me

And these hills, these woods

In their frozen silence

They hold the promise of the dawn.

Love out of darkness singing on.

Connecticut town Monday, Feb 9 2015 

My kinship lies

Not with the shining valleys nor yet the mountain ranges

Where man, heroic, stands alone

The world before him in glory

Mine are the beaten hills

Rough as the boxer’s crown.

Take away your gleaming cities of neon

Stainless steel in the sun;

For mine are the cities

Fallen from their strength

Children of iron, black as coal on the snow

In my cities, living still,

Are the descendants of

That fighting Irish Italian breed

Crossed with the Yankee farmer.

Murphy’s Bar, Vinnie’s Pizza

Haunted by Ethan Frome

Who on his good days turns into Robert Frost

But no apologies.

Mine the farms where the fields have vanished

Ghosts of a dream betrayed by the dreamer

The white church on the hill

The weathered farm, ox and ass

The red mill by the river

And all fallen to the ruin

But enduring still.

 

An alternative winter sunset Saturday, Feb 7 2015 

In comparison to the last post!

(not quite the same angle, this was taken from the driveway right below the apple tree in the previous picture. And yes, that tree needs serious pruning. It Always does.)

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Sunset, February Thursday, Feb 5 2015 

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Landscaping for winter Wednesday, Feb 4 2015 

Or why snowstorms in New England can be a challenge.

Also known as where do you put the snow?

For a variety of reasons this year, we have been clearing our driveway with a snowplow and front-end loader, rather than a snow-blower. This works quite well actually. However, I am also rather glad that we haven’t planted anything of the shrub variety too close to the drive.* The problem with plowing snow is that you have to put it somewhere. You need at least a few feet on either side of a driveway. You need quite a bit more around a parking lot. This is simple math. Our barnyard has six foot high ramparts of snow right now.

A ten foot wide, 100 foot long driveway filled with snow a foot deep is 1,000 cubic feet of snow that you have to put somewhere! Older bits of New England tend towards narrow roads lined with trees or walls or houses, roads that are only a nominal twenty feet wide are common. Until nearly World War II, snow removal didn’t happen in many small towns.* Instead the snow was simply packed down by rollers. Consequently, narrow streets weren’t too much of a problem. I have a friend whose road, every winter, goes from a two lane road to a narrow one lane road. Good thing it is a short street. Now consider an entire city, as it might be Boston or Manhattan trying to remove all that snow. In Montreal, where large snow storms are a regular and almost weekly occurrence, a whole fleet of specially adapted trucks with mega snow blowers exist (and a whole culture of parking bans). The snow is loaded into trucks and dumped. But where does one dump it? Parking lots, convenient rivers (not terribly good for the environment), playing fields, hither and yon.

Or, you simply get smaller and smaller parking lots with more and more people hunting that elusive parking spot. This would the routine at my workplace, where they are not actually removing the snow. And yes, the employee parking spots have been filled first!

But, does one landscape for a storm that only occurs once every few years? Probably not. I would say that in this area, landscaping for three back to back storms of a foot each is probably adequate, just. So we still have another foot plus to spare…maybe?

*There are several that are too close if our very helpful neighbour with his very large backhoe was doing the clearing. A compact tractor however is small enough so that it works.

*The debate over whether a town ought to be responsible for road clearing or whether it was the landowner’s responsibility raged in some towns well into the 1930’s. There was also a sizable segment that felt that if you were sufficiently idiotic that you had to go out in the snow, it was your problem not the town’s.

Winter Monday, Feb 2 2015 

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