There is something inherently wrong about snow falling past the Spanish moss on the live oaks.
This morning I was greeted by four inches on the ground. According to the Star News website “snow usually hits this region once every three to five years on average, according to the National Weather Service, although there are exceptions like last January's half inch. The most snow ever measured in Wilmington was 14.3 inches over a two-day period in December 1989.”
I can’t even imagine how the residents would cope with that much snow. This one prompted cancellations and delays before the first flake fell. Now they are warning motorists about the black ice that will form this evening.
As I sit by the fire this afternoon, I am listening to the snow falling off the trees and rolling off the roof. It reminds me of our cats racing up and down the stairs. Snow balls the size of ping pong balls fall past the window with an occasional golf ball-sized one.
How ironic that we came down to NC to escape the snow. Was that just Thursday when I wrote these words: “we are in the land of no snow”? Silly me. I know better than to mess with Mother Nature.
But it was lovely.
The dogwood just after midnight and later on in the day 2/13/2010
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