How's your March starting ??? It's clear and cold here. It was 5 above at 7 AM. The forecast is for snow late in the day maybe 2-4" So ours is somewhere between a lion and lamb ???
The only snow we have is in my Avatar... Feels like late spring - but that is what it always feels like!
Looks like it's getting deeper too ;) ;D Any snow capped volcanoes or other Mts in CR ???
Hmmm, 80's today, clear blue sky, birds chirping, grass growing, all is well in this east Texas paradise. 8)
Even though there are mountains higher than 13,000 feet here, they don't have snow...
Perhaps this is the Golly Green Giant's dandruff?
Ah yes, the first day of the only month that is 4 months long. :-\ March always seems like it goes on forever to me, maybe because it can break yer heart. It can warm up, have all the snow melt, get you out doing a little yard work then dump a foot of snow and a blizzerd on you. As a kid in Michigan I use to love March because you just KNEW there was going to be a snow day, or maybe better yet, a mud day. Mud days were the best because usually they were a beautiful warm windy day that followed a big low pressure that rained and thawed all the country roads and made them impassable. The following day the high pressure would dump in with all of its associated winds making it the first kite day of the year. We had a great big field across from our house where we could have our big first day of kite finding. (yes, finding)
We made our own kites, we had to because we only flew them once, That was part of the fun. You would get them up as far as you could as far away as you could, then when tired of flying, cut them loose. By that time they would be way over the salt river and up over Odell's woods. As kids we had run of the woods in those days. We could jump on our bikes, ride down the big hill to the bridge (our road never go muddy), cross over then ride the trail back to the edge of the woods on the other side of the river to start our scouting expedition for the lost kite.
Before we would take off we would always go to the back hill underneath the big basswood tree and dig worms to take with us because you never ever went to the other side of the river without a fishin pole. We had little tackle boxes strapped to our bikes where you see all those water bottles today. Once ready to go we raced down the hill to the bridge to "get air".
We lived on the Big Salt River. The Salt river lies in the bottom of a steep river valley and dumps into the Tittabawasee and then into the Saginaw which then flows out to the Saginaw Bay of Lake Huron. Our house was right on the edge of what everyone called the "point" It was actually the inside of a huge turn of the river valley, not a hill, but the top edge of the valley. We just called it the hill. Down the side of the point to the northeast was Castor road, which cut into the side of the valley and ran above the river until it reached the bottom where it crossed our bridge. Down the Northwest side of the point laid a large expanse of river flats where the neighbor tried to grow corn every year and where it mostly always got flooded away. This side of the point, was where the whole neighbor hood came sledding on our hill. Dad was a preacher so a lot of times they had young adult parties or youth group outings with bon-fires and cocoa in our backyard as they all would slide down our hill.
Racing down the hill on Castor road on our bikes toward that bridge could be a dangerous experience for newbies. It was a gravel road and it was steep and treacherous for newbies and girls. Girls had better walk a bike down or they could end up like Marcy Hiles. She scraped her face clear off her first time down. Man, the first time we met her she was just a scab with eyes. She healed up and we eventually decided she was more boy then girl so we let her ride down the hill WITH us because anybody that could lose thier face on the hill and still come back for more was alright with us. I'll bet she still remembers that. Anyhow, a long ways back to "getting air". By the time you got to the bridge, IF you got to the bridge, you could really be cookin if you were man enough to peddle as you went down, (Marcy's newbie mistake) when you got to the bridge there was a rise before you hit the old creosote bridge planking. If you were going fast enough, you could "get air" going up on to the bridge, then you could check tire tracks to see who got the most. :)
Man, I typed all that? Is it still March? YUP. :-\
In like a lion with a limp. just enough so I gotta crank up the snowblower for the first time this year :-\
P.S. nice story Jeff , I usta get air...
mid 70's today, looking great. Drove with the windows down yesterday. 8)
Gotta small chance of thunderstorms tonite. Nothing like the smell of a spring rain.
cant wait for baseball to start.
The Bridge is gone now. Its been replaced with a concrete railed job. They hauled all sorts of fill in and raised the road level in order to decrease the steepness of the hills on either side and to minimize the times during the year the road would flood over.
Our Bridge was the best kind of bridge. Made from iron girders and rivets. It had high rails that if you were brave enough, you could walk, but you had to also be a little nuts. From the top of the rail to the bridge deck wasn't bad, probably 10 feet, but the other side, that was about 35 feet to the river.
You could lean on the middle rail and kick stones in the water one at a time. There were always lots of stones on the bridge that got graded up there when they graded the road, or carried on up by cars, or if they got low, the ones we scraped up and dumped up there. Sometimes you would just walk down to the bridge so you could lean on the rail, look down in the water to see if the suckers were running yet, and kick stones in the water. If the suckers weren't running there would always be chubs or stone rollers or perhaps a green bass or Northern pike chasing them in the deep holes that formed near the center foundation. Deep for this river meant 5 or 6 feet. There were very few spots that would actually get over your head. We used to swim it all the time. Pretty funny,
I can still here Mom yelling. JEFF! If you are going to the river, get them underwear off! :D You see the salt river has a grey clay river bottom in many places and when you would swim in the river, it would turn your white underwear an awful grey color that really aggravated Mom. You best shed the underwear and just wear your cut offs.
Back to the stone kickin. One day after church I decided to walk down to the bridge. Mom hollered JEFF, if you are going to the river... I interrupted her and said I was just going down to see if the red horse were running yet. At this time I was probably, oh, 12 years old. She said JEFFREY! I said honest Mom, I'll be right back. I had on my Sunday clothes but best of all, I had on a brand new pair of Penny Loafers bought just the day before at Kresge's. I was hard on shoes and Mom told Dad to take me to get new ones for church. I sure wanted penny loafers, they was popular then, but Mom told dad that I was to get tie shoes. Well, Dad let me get Penney loafers and the shoe guy even put brand new pennies in them. So, here I go to the bridge to check on the sucker situation, and frankly to get away from the house for a bit. I can still remember that day, walking proudly in my new loafers, staying off the side of the road where it was grassy so I didn't get them all scuffed up. I do know the suckers were not in because if they had been, I would have left the bridge instantly and come back home for gear, but I didn't. I leaned up against the rail and looked into the water for awhile, just enjoying being king of my bridge as none of my buddies were around that time of day on a Sunday as neighbors lives at least a quarter to a half mile apart.
I can remember seeing this nice round stone there, just perfect for kicking. I figured if I kicked it using the just the very edge of the bottom of my shoe, it would go sailing into the river and I would head on up to the house. Well, I cocked my foot just right so when I kicked, everything would be perfect and let her go. I can still see my penny loafer sailing out into the air and then landing perfectly right side up in the river some 25 feet below. I can remember seeing it being carried briskly around that first curve in the river going out of site. I don't want to talk about the rest of what I remember that afternoon. :-\
March, the month that we started looking for Black Bass on the bed. A plastic worm or pigskin dragged slowly from the edge of the water to the current in the middle would often be stopped by an 8 or 10 pound bass that was laying against a stob or in a trough to attack the bream on the bed. I was taught to only take males since the Black Bass were bedding too. Now, it has become the correct thing to do to catch and release.
We had a kite flying yard too, Jeff. It wasn't as much of an adventure as yours but still a lot of fun. The vacant lot was still there the last time I drove by the old house. The neighborhood has sure changed though and what was once clean white houses with manicured lawns is now paintless or stuccoed-over clapboard with dying trees and grassless lawns with vehicles parked haphazardly everywhere.
We learned to make our own kites too. It was difficult to find thin sticks, but we all had knives. We whittled until the sticks got thin enough or sometimes we could find a piece of bamboo that we could split. That made a good kite stick. Then we made a cross and tied it in the center. Then we stretched a piece of string all the way around the perimeter. Then we layed this on a sheet of newspaper and cut, with our knife, through the paper just outside of the perimeter string and folded and glued the paper over the top of the string.
It would take a lot of money, but we would go to the Dime Store and buy several rolls of kite string. They cost as much as a dime a roll and we were lucky if we had enough money to get a kite far into the air. The string was cotton and not too strong.
Affixing a bridle to the kite and finding a stick to roll the line on once it was unrolled we proceeded to the vacant lot.
This was a time of segregation and "colored town" and "white town" had very defined borders. We lived within a city block of the border and found that, we as children, could play all day with little or no reference to our color. When it was time to go eat lunch or to go home, we each went our own way, but there was many a football game, baseball game, kick the can and kite flying episode that entailed us all.
The kites would be put up and it wouldn't be long before we were each challenging the other to get our kites the highest. It was dependent on the amount of string and we would soon run out. Someone's kite would break the string and go flip-flopping through the air to places unknown. Usually that string was rewound quickly and attached to a kite that was still flying. We would put them into the clouds and all you could see was a little black dot way up there.
A piece of paper would be torn form the edge in a circular path such that it could be hung on the string without coming off. A hole was made in the center and we would write a note on the paper and send it up the string. All manner of engineering was developed to come up with the proper "bend" of the paper to cause it to slide quickly up the string. Some of them would go straight and some of them would spin like a propeller.
There were always some kite makers that would tie the tops of tin cans or pieces of glass onto their kite tails. Anything sharp would do. Then there would be great battles to see who could cut the other's kite string. Of Course it was all in fun and there were no hard feelings, just winners and losers. The string from these battles would end up on someone else's kite anyway and we all would try to get at least one of them out of sight.
There were all kinds of kite designs. I never understood how a box kite worked. We tried to make them but never could get one to do as well as the kite with the"triangles" or whatever you would call that design that is considered standard.
The family across the street had a son much older than we were. The Daddy's name was Avon Sasser and he had a restaurant downtown in the Arcade Building that he opened up only on the weekends. It was a favorite spot for families to eat fried chicken for Sunday dinner, if they could afford to eat out. There was silverware, pretty glasses and china. Well , that's not what I was going to talk about.
Their son, Billy, was in high-school when I was in Elementary and he had a MoPed, which was nothing more than a motorized bicycle. It stayed parked at the curb in front of their house and I always wanted one. I wasn't going to talk about that either.
Billy and some of his friends got together to build a kite or kites for a town-wide kite contest one time. I didn't know that kites could be different than what we made until then. Their Garage was a huge affair, wide with many stalls. It was what I would call a pole barn today, but then, it was a garage. Billy and his friend set up shop in that garage and made some of the prettiest and biggest kites I've ever seen in my life. They weren't even solid. I'd never heard of such a thing. The episode probably lasted only two or three weeks but it seemed like a life-time to me and I spent many afternoons with them , in that garage, watching the construction of these kites.
The one that impressed me the most won a medal at the contest. It was round, or rather as round as they could make it. It had sticks that were crossed to look like an octopus and intermediate strings and structures in-between. It was covered with a special paper that we used to use to decorate our bicycles with when we rode in parades. I don't know what you call the stuff. You can find it hanging from the ceilings at dances and political rallies. It's about 2 inches wide, highly and brilliantly colored and crinkly. You can actually "stretch" this stuff. Well Billy started covering the kite with it in strips that went around and around. They didn't form a solid surface but had spaces between the strips. He used lots of different colors and finally hung a tail on it. It was huge. It took two of them to hold it. I remember that their was a problem with the string in that it wasn't strong enough. Nylon fishing line was popular then and I think they used that on one of their old fishing reels to get it in the air.
I got to see its maiden voyage. They put it in the air, in the street in front of the house. It missed the cross wires from the power pole and the limbs of the oak and the Eucalyptus next to the sidewalk and flew unhesitatingly about 75 feet off of the ground. We neighborhood kids were amazed. Sometimes, things are so fun that all you can do is clap your hands, dance up and down and yell and scream a little bit. We young ones took care of that part for them as they flew the kite. There was almost a disaster as it came down and it got hung on a wire in front of Mrs. McManus' house. We just knew it was all over, but these boys were a lot smarter than we were and got it down.
Not long after that, I heard that the kite contest had been held at the Delaware school yard and Billy and his friends had won a medal for this kite.
I made kites for my sons as they were growing up. We would fly them in the front yard. I don't know that they remember it, but I had as much fun as they did. It just seems that a home-made kite is more fun to fly than one that you buy from the store. Those store bought ones had pretty pictures of super man and stuff on them. I guess that is what the dime was paying for, but lots of mine were made of comic strips. You talk about color, Man! I had it.
Here is a side note. One of the worse cuts I ever got was from splitting bamboo for a kite. I had gone into the house and gotten Grandmomma's good butcher knife and was standing out back at the garage with the bamboo in my left hand and the butcher knife in my right and was trying to get the knife to split the bamboo by slicing it from end to end through the knots. It made it through the first knot and than the area in between knots came apart very easily. I wasn't prepared and the knife came down on the side of my left hand cutting a large circular cut right at the middle knuckle. To make matters worse, the edges of the bamboo were sharp as razors and my right hand hit them as the knife was going effortlessly down the stalk. I ended up with both index fingers sliced to the bone and blood gushing everywhere. I dropped everything and ran, screaming, for the only emergency technician I knew. Grandmomma took me to the bathroom and, with much effort, got the wounds to close. I sported band-aids for a few days after that and recovered from the switching not long after that. You see, I wasn't supposed to be in grandmomma's kitchen messing with her knives.
Somewhere in between a lion and a lamb here. 30 degrees and a light dusting this morning, so it could be march or it could be july :-\
A week and a half ago it was 70 , a week ago it was 20 and we had a fresh foot of snow. I have seen it in the 70's every month of the year, I have seen a foot of snow fall in every month of the year(except august).
some days you can wake up and decide what type of weather you want. less than an hour drive you can be near sea level or almost 12000' above sea level. So basically I live between the lion and the lamb.
60 today and maybe 2-4" of snow tomorrow
stuffy nose all month long
Part Timer have you considered a humidifier in the house? We broke down and bought one three weeks ago and Man, what a difference. I usually suffer bad with stuffed up nose this time of year, but the humidifier seems to have made all the difference in the world.
Humidifiers will cut down on getting a lot of colds too because your nasal passages get cracked without it. I don't suppose any one wants to hear this - but the humidifier was something we didn't ship down.
:D Fred, are ya lookin up? Do ya see that great big bough above ya loading up with snow, growing ever heavier and fuller, starting to bend, and eventually dump...
Is it the banana tree? ::)
Came in like a lion here over six inches of snow and lots of wind too today.
Bad.
According to the weather news this afternoon, A strip through Wisconsin, Michigan and New York to the Atlantic is due to suffer from three or more inches of 'wet' snow this evening.
HEY! Whaddaya doing listening to my weather? ;) I was avoiding it. I been watching these high clouds filtering in and had an idea something was behind them.
Eventually our bridge started to get the worse for wear. there were places where the planks were starting to get bad and you could look through to the river so they decided to fix that up. They brought in and installed big strips of steel where your tires ran. This was a one lane bridge so they only needed two runs of steel. You know the kind, with the little stars on it, like what you see on the truck tool boxes you can buy now days from Tractor supply. These only slowed the inevitable. The bridge got so you had to come up on it slow because the ends of the metal started to curl up. I was never old enough to drive a car over it but Marcy Hiles' brother was, and he used to "get air" with his old Chevy, until the day the curl in metal caught the undercarriage of his car and put him into the windshield. Thats the day they closed the bridge. They brought in loads of dirt and dumped them at each end, then they tore up those steel strips and you could now see why they had curled. The decking was completely rotted away underneath and that let the metal start pushing down, raising up the ends of the metal.
We didn't care. Now we lived on a dead end road with a bridge that had no cars crossin it. Our own private Bike Bridge.
In the 3rd and 4th grade I attended the North Bradley country school. It was right at the end of Castor road. Castor road ended where it hit bardon road and the school sat there on the top of the T. A 2 room school house with 3rd grade on one side and 4th on the other. Our playground was a bare rimmed Basketball hoop on a pwer pole, a steel swing set, but best of all, 40 acres of pine plantation! To get to the school I had to walk down the hill cross our bridge (it was still open in those years) walk on up the hill on the other side, walk down past the Geneva township cemetery that was on the corner, as castor road turned abruptly at the top, and followed the edge of the river valley, leaving enough room between the road and the drop to the river flats for the cemetery and the old methodist church. The old church was purchased by the new church across the road. the church of god where we attended when my dad was between ministries. They turned it into a fellowship hall. The upstairs was a rec center and it had one thing. A POOL TABLE! ;D Anyhow on down past that was the T where school was.
Every morning I had to cross the old bridge and almost every morning I would stash something under it in the I beams so it would be there when I got out of school. Either a fishing pole and worms, or a BB gun or sling shot. In those days, a 10 or 12 year old could run the river banks and live the life without worry. As long as we were home for supper. Today you wouldn't dream of turning a kid lose the way we were. We would pack up our "gear" sometimes on Friday night and be gone until Saturday night, seeming like we were a million miles from home. Down the hill, across the bridge, ride bikes and supply's back along the river until we hit Odell's woods, then walk the river bank until we got to "the beach" The only stretch of unwooded river flats down in that area. It was on the inside of a river bend and silt would deposit on the inside, but there was a heck of a hole on the outside of the bend. A perfect place to camp and fish. Quite a hike, but in reality, it wasn't but 200 yards from our house as the crow flies. It was easy to hear mom if she came out to the edge of the hill and hollered to make sure I wasn't wearing good underwear. Ain't that a predicament when yer on a camping and fishing expedition and all your buddies hear that echo from somewhere above and through the tree tops. :-[
new guy here ,but ill tell you about where i live
here in Nova Scotia its 14 below. bear in mind thats celcius but its still darn cold.
we had 3 months of november and now i guess we will have at least a couple more months of february. hardly any snow or frost for that matter unil about 2 weeks ago and then ...brrr someone left the freezer door open.
i hate winter,im to small to retain any heat.
later chris
I think it was around -5 F this am and got up to +10 F. No snow in the works here, just squalls and no accum. Tommorrow the warm weather starts climbing and 30 by Sunday.
Jeff, when I read your story about kites, biking, and out door recon, sounded just like us up here above the snow line. I do remember we had summer though. :D ;D :D
We used to get the $10 kites and attach a spool of fishing leader to it and send it out of site, literally. When we wanted a break, just tie the leader off onto the side of the barn. Sometimes when you came back to claim your kite it broke loose and landed 1/2 km away in the next farm.
What else we used to do as kids was climb and play in barn where the hay was stored. We'de make forts or make big holes in the middle of the hay mow to play king of the mountain. Also, my older cousins had tied a trapeze up in the raftors of the barn and we'de swing on that and try to knock one another off as in king of the trapeze. :D
We used to have 100's of barn swallows and sometimes they were nasty little buggers. They'de come at you and almost nip ya, brave buggers. We used to get nets and go into the potato sheds and try and net them. The ceilings in there were 20 to 30 feet from the floor, so they had a good chance, ;D They had nests in there were they ate flies. They, for the most part, were very clean birds. Not at all like chickens and pidgeons shittin all over. They carried it outside. Father left the sheds open for the swallows to nest. They were also in our barns and machine sheds. Too many in the air and on the wires to count. Back in 1995 I think it was, we has a big die off because it turned cold for several days and they couldn't catch insects for food. Not the same around here without those little barn swallows. I used to find them in the middle of the wilderness, practically, nesting under logging bridges. How did they know someone made a bridge out in the middle of a forest 50 miles from any town. ???
My older cousins had a huge tree house, two story one, in an apple tree and supported with jil-poles under it. We spend summer nights in there and sometimes on moonlit nights we'de ride bikes at night in the humid air.
Sometimes we'd play dare with our bikes at night, when we'd see the lights of a car coming off in the distance we'de head to the ditch and hide. A few times one of the neighbors was trying to scare us and we'de hide on him as he drove up and down the road. He and his sisters were an odd bunch, dumber than a bag of rocks. ::)
Then later we had a camp in my uncle's maple grove, where we'de spend the summer. That's about the time we were old enough to help dad some and he was always looking for 'those spoiled rotten kids', always asking mom where we were so she had to come looking. Sometimes she come looking in the middle of the night and we was upto stuff maybe we shouldn't have been. She broke up a few 'innocent' ::) parties. :D :D :D
Well put me with Texas Ranger. It was 80 deg today with blue skies and wind gust up to 25 miles per hour.
Jeff Yep we put one in this year and man it made a big differance. I've had way less problems than last year. Last year was the first year with the wood burner and it was so dry every time you touched the bathroom door knob ZAP!!!!!!! We had to put it in just so we could use the toilet :D
CRTD. you better get a snowblower and quick. you can say it's volcano ash but I think your in denial. :)
In like a Lamb here, we set a record high of 92 F yesturday.
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IN LIKE A LION! >:(
They were calling for 3 inches of snow. Update: It started with freezing rain, we now have 11½" of new snow and the new storm update says its only half done! I HATE WINTER! Got the flu, old dog just peed on the hardwood floor and I stepped in it. I guess I cant blame him. If I was 109 years old I would pee on the floor if I had to go out in that as well. :-\
Meet the snow removal Team! You will see by a couple of the photos we are now well over the 11 inches. Its over knee deep on Tammy there.
Hope these photos help cool ya down a bit GF. I'd rather have snow the 92 as much as I hate winter. Being a crip, it aint so bad cause Tammy and Stacy have assumed my duties til I can get back to them. :D
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She's gonna get you for the last one! ;D
Nah, everybody looks the same in camo orange hunting suits. :D
From that angle? ;)
OK NOW I may get in trouble. Thanks fellers. :-\ ;)
You are welcome :D
It's snowing hard here now but only supposed to get 4 to 8 inchs.
MANNNNNNNNNN .............. all that snow and not a spec for us! Sure looks like a lot of fun. It's gona be a scorcher here today. It will be in the 70's. >:(
Suns out. Stacy and Tammy just measured where the fresh snow was removed. 19½ inches for storm total here and it wasn't snowing yet at 9:00 last night
You could have kept it Jeff. we have been getting over 2 inchs an hour since 11 o clock and it is still snowing hard,
I didnt think there was anything left in it after what it dumped on us.
Well that's a big storm. We had real light stuff here all morning, about 1/4" in all. Sun was out by 1:30 pm. I'm glad it stayed west and is going off shore to the south of the Maritimes. ;D
You got the most of it. I don't even know if it was the same storm,it quit as quick as it started. We have a little over 9 inchs now and it seems to be done.
Hey Jeff I'd like you to send about half that down this way if you could. We've only had one real snow this year. I never liked the winter till we got the 4-wheeler 8) this year and of course we have no snow to play in :( . Just not into the mud'n thing. To messy for me.
Jeff, you know that happened to you because you messed with my Avatar - next comes the vultures... ::)
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got a couple inches this morning, than rained a couple of inches this afternoon and washed it all away, than hailed awhile then rained somemore, snowed somemore. we will get snow tonight then rain the next day, and as far as the weather is predicted it looks like that is all we will be getting for the next few weeks.
Fred, I am sure glad to hear thats the way it works!! 8)
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OK NOW I may get in trouble. Thanks fellers. :-\ ;)
THUMP !!!!!
THUMP !!!!!
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Now how does your shoulder feel?
Norm
Had the sound and echo of a Noggin thump to me. ;D ;D
Who? Me? smiley_mad_crazy
You know, Tammy is probably getting pretty strong with all this shoveling... ::)
By the way, I suspect with the money, I will accept delivery - I marked return to sender on the other ones. ;D
I warned you! :D
Looks like Harrison could be in the bullseye again. Better you than me Jeff ;D ;) There I said it now it'll track 100 miles north for ya :) :)
I aint been paying attention Greg. Whats the word on the new storm? wunderground.com just saying snow.
Today we started to thaw out in the sun and some of our possesions showed up again. I can now at least see my trailer and the wood-mizer again.
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The shed is holding up just fine th the snow loads. I dont think much has melted off from it but it has settled a bunch.
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I didnt get a good photo of the fence when it looked like a big white wall when that wet stuff stuck to it so bad. The pool has a way to go before we will be using it. :)
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The six o'clock news said 4-6" for us with the heaviest being south. They said something about it being a repeat of the last one. That'd be cool because in the end we didn't get much more than a flake 8)
A repeat? NICE! We wont be able to see out the windows if we get another one.
Please,please, please send that snow over here ;D
If cold and windy is a lion, we had that .
we had about a foot at my house yesterday, and about 2 feet at the higher elevations. lots of water in it. it started to thaw this afternoon and was real messy. we are supposed to get another foot tonight.
High's in the thirties here for the next week and rain on friday. Also mentions snow squals for 2 or 3 days. Typical March. ;D
I came across this picture recently that shows "my bridge" that I talked about earlier in the thread. I was about 14 years old when this was taken. Its taken from near the bottom of the hill we lived on. I got up that morning and looked out the north window and saw this fool truck that tried to make it through the flood. I hollered to my dad to get up. Turns out it was my fool now ex brother in law. He was bringing his shanty home from the lake before it fell through the night before, went around the high waterbarricade and tried to cross. We found out he was in the back of the truck in the shanty trying to keep warm. My Dad could have drown trying to haul a cable out to hook on to the truck but he did it.
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been more snowing for most of the week and cold or chilly...
the lion ate the lamb some time back...
Summer is here a month early this year. Last year it was cold this time of year and I needed a wood fire up till June. Several acres of taters and grain are in now in my area, but not along my road because these outsider farmers don't seem to start planting til June even in a warm summer-like spring. They haven't even ploughed yet, sheesh. ::)
Well, the dogwoods have started to bloom. 8)
The hard maples are in full bloom here to, it's a sea of yellow-green flowers on the ridges. It's going to be a bumper crop of hard maple this fall if they all produce seed. Yellow birches and ironwood are slower growing. :)
I thought I'd bump this up cause, well, cause its March. :)
Crabapples are just starting to show color. Elm trees are covered with buds. Daffodils are everywhere.
-17 F this morning. -2 right now. Detected a bit of warmth to the sun. I think. The trees sort of moved in a tiny breeze. I asked one if it felt like blooming anytime soon. Can't repeat what it said on a family board. ;D
Good bump Jeff.
About 3½ hours ago, we were at 50°, and 60° in the sun!
Right now, it's 45° with the sun almost down. 5:40 PM
I even took the mill out and sawed some W/Pine on Sunday.
Flowers are poking their little shoots up into the sunlight!
Yeap, took a look at the temperature...73 degrees around 3pm. Twisters and heavy thunderstorms firing up out in Okahoma as usual...baseball size hail could be possible in a few hours. Were under a tornado watch now.
Still better than snow. ;D
Flower buds swelling on the aspen here, maple sap running, not much today though because it was only about 34 F. Suppose to warm up each day until Saturday , in the low 50's predicted. We haven't had much of snow or rain in two months. The yard is slowly melting and it's odd with as mild as it's been up here it's no warmer than it was the end of January in the 30's mostly, once in a while in the 40's. :D :D :D No robins yet, I find that odd because 6 years ago we had them in January and it was colder and more snow than now. Stupid birds. ::)
Going to church this evening I saw that the Bradford pears are starting to bloom. This is just in the last couple of days.
It rained 3" in 12 hours around the 1st. A few days ago it was t-shirt weather. Pretty cold last couple of days. 20's at night. 2.5"of snow last night. Typical March weather I guess. :D
The warm weather trend going on here is going to shorten the Maple Syrup production.
The gophers are out - a lot earlier than usual
Last week of Feb. we had 52 inches of snow since then we have had bright sunshine and 40 degrees. so I would say a lamb.
Stonebroke
A pretty day, a pretty good log, and a very pretty Crabapple tree looking over my shoulder..... :)
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You can't mess up a day like this.... :)
I am hoping that this thing about "in like a lamb out like a lion" for it to skip a year Been so nice out this past few weeks . Snow is slowly melting , let spring begin :) smiley_flowerhead
Yeah, out working in my barn on my saw. No heat for a change, just lots of sun shining in the door on the south end. I'm trying to get a part manual so I can ask around with some intelligence about the exact part I want and have a photo/drawing too boot. Just old used parts is what I'm after except for the angle gear. Need a tower, shaft, drive shaft, handle bars (well for spare). The little stuff I'll just buy new, but lots of old saws that blew up have parts beyond the power head on up to the end of the shaft, all still good parts. Just laying out in someone's barn or shop for free or cheep ;D
Wow, I just found it. Like finding a $100 bill stuffed in a coat. :D
Sitting here, been suffering symptoms of some sort of allergic reaction to something. I hope its February I'm allergic to and tomorrow will be March and soon I can go back to the woods.
Our winter was cold with lots of snow. This is the 3rd worst winter for snow on record. I don't think we'll be doing much as for cutting fire wood till the end of April/May if all goes well. So I guess as to the ? how's March coming along, very slow.
Other than a week or so around New Years it has been a very tame winter We have little snow in the valley bottom and apparently below average pack in the high country which doesn't bode well for the summer. Rain coming this afternoon and 8C predicted for tomorrow.
Was sunny and cold Feb 28th, same March 1. :D
Uh oh. Lamb here.
Yup. Gonna be a nice day here.
Big giant fat lamb here.....
Cloudy here with temps expected in the upper 30s
I guess you could say lamb.
Raining here, it's mud season.
Enough snow to track a cat, supposed to be 35° today but 30 to 35 mile winds, still going to try to tap a few maples.
Time for a bump! :sunny:
Quote from: Jeff on March 01, 2006, 10:21:52 AMMan, I typed all that? Is it still March? YUP. :-\
Sounds like some old guy who is getting up in years like most people in the Forestry Forum.
According to some clown on facebook, we're mostly dead.
Snow is really gone here. I have some on the edge of the fields and some in the woods. But a lot of bare areas in the woods.
Not a trace here, and I'm on a North facing slope. With next weeks forecast, my ice fishing days are really numbered.
March 1st was a nice day. But we recently had a 2" dump of wet white stuff, that isn't long for the world. I walked through it yesterday and even in the woods and not enough snow to cover the toe of my boots. Trails have more snow than under the dense fir and spruce canopy. Been getting into the 40's here, no unusually warm temps yet.
More like a Sea Lion here - rain, more rain, then more rain, wind, oh look it's warm and sunny in between the rain - so that must mean more rain is coming. It's been a very, very, wet winter, should have been frost seeding a month ago but can't get onto the fields at all, absolutely forget about any woods work.
Mixture coming here tomorrow into Monday, but Houlton, ME says mainly rain.
I've got a feeling the weather we're getting is going to be an ongoing trend in our future weather.
Weather in this area is NOTHING like we used to get when I was growing up, back then it wasn't unusual to get three feet of snow during the night, and the month of February was the coldest, we used to get a week or ten days in a row that never got above ZERO!
Been just squally for 2 days here, never added up to anything yet.
Back in 2006 we had a winter like this. Then 2008 came along and broke records, more snow and cold than I care for. ffcheesy ffcheesy ffcheesy It's not really any more 'mild' here this March than most. No wild 70 + degrees. 30's and 40's for highs here in the long range. Stormy weather every other day or two. :snowball:
Well it is mid March and yesterday I got bit up by ticks and today mosquitoes. There should still be a snow pack ...
We hit 70 today, been in blooms for a couple of weeks. Another nice April/May day.
My Lilac's are all budded out now, won't be long before the leaves appear, then they'll flower out!
It is discouraging when they blossom and look good for a couple of days, then we get a hard frost!