Having grown up with Christmas songs extolling sleigh rides, white Christmases, and winter wonderlands, is it any wonder I feel a bit cheated? Cheated, you ask? Didn’t the Bristolwood have a glorious shroud of white enveloping all the terrain?
The simple answer is, yes. However, (oh, I STILL dislike the “however’s”!) somehow, the weather became a little disoriented and we had temperatures several degrees above freezing today! As though the warm weather wasn’t enough, didn’t it decide to rain as well?
Yes, this is a photo I snapped this afternoon. Christmas lights on the front railing and *rain* spilling over the gutters, causing a natural waterfall on my front porch. How disheartening. How disappointing.
Just to add a little insult to injury, as I walked outside to get something, I noticed that the ditch behind the house was overflowing the culvert and water was rushing downhill through the woods as though a new stream had formed! I quickly called Ben to clear the leaves from the plugged culvert, and immediately, the water began to follow its predetermined course once again. Ben then checked all the drainage ditches, raking leaves out of them so they would behave as we wanted, rather than running amuck like wild children!
The wind seems to have curtailed somewhat, although a smallish tree fell behind the house, onto one of our paths in the woods. As I watched out the back door this morning, the winds blew wildly, making it appear that “spector” children were playing on the swingset! Never mind this morning when I opened my eyes, the trees outside my window were swaying side to side, giving the illusion of an army of trees, marching toward the house!
And so the battle for winter continues. As I drove past the ski mountain this evening, there were very few cars there. Ben commented one would have to be nuts to ski while being peppered with raindrops!
The kid inside me optimistically discounts any forecasts for less than a white Christmas, but the grown-up me reads the forecast with predictions of highs in the 40’s this week and just shakes my head. Perhaps next year, I will have saved some money ahead so we can go on a vacation to a place where there is real snow! Perhaps Antarctica. Or Siberia!