I was awakened this morning at about 4 to the sound of wind gusts slamming the side of the house. From the sound of the blows, I was expecting the house to leave its foundation and float off eastward. We have had hefty winds here before, but this one really took the cake!
I did what any sane person would have done under the circumstances and rolled over, falling back to sleep. When I did awaken later, I wondered if perhaps the earlier arousal was merely a dream….
I went downstairs and fed the two hungry Scotties and prepared the woodstove for a fire. It was still warm and cozy from the previous fire, so there was no hurry. As the Scotties finished their meal, I pulled on a down coat and boots. It was then that I looked out the front window at the thermometer on the porch. Yikes! It was zero. Zero, Fahrenheit, or about -18, Celsius!
The Scotties and I went out and the blowing snow stung at my eyes. Thankfully,my short-legged companions went about their business in a timely manner and we headed back inside!
Late in the afternoon, the skies finally began clearing and the winds died out so it wasn’t quite as painful to slip outdoors! I thought I would have no photos, but when I looked out the upstairs bedroom window, the trees looked almost “pretty” against the setting sun.
After taking the photo, I noticed a small band of frost on the outside of the double-pane window….I have never seen that before, but this cold arcticlike blast came on so suddenly, the house wasn’t probably warm enough to counteract the effects of the big chill!