I say vagaries, as I have written about this quite a number of times since I started blogging on MSN Live Spaces and here.
It snowed to beat the band all day yesterday and really picked up the pace mid-afternoon. Here in this area I am pleased to call our form of snow "ball bearing snow". Why? because it is like trying to navigate thru a sea of ball bearings. SO slippery. The snow here is rarely the "packable" kind. It is always icy and rather reminds you of pellets though certainly it is not in fact.
Well, as mentioned several (hundred!!) times (I know) I live at the highest point in my town and trust me, it is high. AND the couple of miles to get to my house from the main drag are many turns, and all going up and up and up. Quite a decent grade too.
I am saying this as it is always an experience to see those who either live up here on my street beyond my home or just people trying to get from point A to point B. An experience because the street is icy. No ifs ands or buts. Even if it's snow, it is STILL icy. If there were another ice storm NO one gets ANYwhere around here.
Yesterday as expected cars were trying to get up the road at less than a walkers pace. Wheels spinning, slipping and crabbing sideways. Making it up excruciating foot by foot. When they get abreast of my home, there is always the problem of them veering over toward my yard and in this case missing my chain link fence by a cat's whisker width. I had my heart in my throat as these people had their own in their own throats as they slid helplessly over closer and closer. I know they saw me at the window.
One year the ice storm brought us well over an inch of ice. People literally crawled on their hands and knees, I am not exaggerating, trying to get up the street-- yet they still slid. Once, my then husband went to get the boys from Boy Scouts meeting one evening and it took 5 hours to get home. A two mile trip.
All righty. Just checking in. xox That is one of my pink Daffodils in my yard.