When the name Nemo first crept into my Twitter timeline 2 days ago I immediately thought of the Disney’s clownfish. I couldn’t relate that movie to any of those tweets and wondered what it was all about (working night shifts probably had something to do with that too).
This morning I saw the news and it showed this video:
And I realised that naming this storm Nemo probably wasn’t the best idea ever… When I hear Nemo I think of clownfish, bright colours, even a dentist. But I don’t think about snow. Not at all. Maybe this name would have been better for a tropical storm…
Photo’s courtesy of Chrissam42 as we don’t have that much snow. And I’m not even close to the US.
As I look through the window I see the damp and dreary place that is my garden.
The chrysanthemum that has been flowering for months has lost its flowers and leaves and the storm that was raging last night has made it topple over. As did the Christmas tree that I want to try to keep for next Christmas.
The orange dish I used for the birds is filled with water and a bit of bread crumbs. The back looks like a wasteland of dirt and some pretty persistent weeds.
Next summer that part will hopefully be a veggie patch with berry bushes, strawberry, lettuce, potatoes, onions, bell-peppers, tomatoes and whatever you want.
The place is looking nothing like the bird haven that it was just a couple of days ago. The ground was covered in a light, white dust of snow that just about covered the grass. There were so many birds, fighting for the food I put out. When the bread dish was empty, a brave blackbird knocked on the window. Making it pretty clear he was hungry and wanted food. The magpies were stealing sunflower seeds from the great tits and the blue tits. The starlings were fighting each other trying to get hold of the suet balls. Why I have no idea, because there were more than enough for all of them. We had bush tits, great tits, house sparrows, robins, blue tits, a great spotted woodpecker, thrushes, blackbirds, starlings, doves, magpies, herons, Eurasian jays and even a nightingale.
I loved seeing all the birds in the garden. And while I’m looking out into that dreary place that is now my garden I push myself a little closer to the central heating. For just a moment I let the thing warm me. And just as I want to turn around to go and write this post a robin flies up to the window bird feeder. He looks right at me, his little head tilted a bit as if he wants to tell me he’s still here and he still needs the food I put out…
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When I think of a surprise the first thing that pops into my mind is one morning in March 2005. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I opened the curtains that morning…
The weather forecast didn’t say there was snow coming. So when I closed the curtains the night before I didn’t think they world would’ve changed so much the next morning.
I woke up around 7 AM. It was awfully quiet outside and the light was a bit diffuse. Like it always is when there’s been a nice layer of fresh snow…
I slipped out of bed and went to the livingroom. I peaked through the curtains and looked out. It was snowing quite bad. I closed the curtains again and then realised I had seen something odd. I peaked again. My eyes registered what I mind just couldn’t cope with. Our garden had disappeared. Completely!
Everything was covered in a lot of snow. I ran to the bedroom and told Jay to come and look. He looked out and couldn’t believe it either. We grabbed a tape measure and went outside, in our PJ’s. The outcome of the measuring was astonishing. 52 Cm of snow…
I turned on the radio and listened to the local news. Schools closed, roads closed, people who couldn’t get to work as their car was snowed in. People calling in with the own measurements. 25, 30, 40, even 70 Cm of snow. All over the province.
Later, the local weatherman called in to explain. The previous night a band of clouds crept up from the east and covered our province entirely. And instead of moving along it decided it liked where it was and stayed there. Releasing it’s snow steadily. Slowly but surely the ground got covered in snow, more and more snow.
So when the world woke up the following day, it woke up to a world filled with snow. A world where, suddenly, everyone greeted each other, talked to each other. Even though they had never met before. I wish the world could always be covered in snow.
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I made a few pictures of the first snow that fell yesterday. They say today is going to be even worse. We’ll see.
I made this picture earlier today when I was walking back to my car. When I saw the sky reflected in the water I immediately thought of this challenge.
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