After the skiff of snow we had in the last post, it kept snowing … and snowing … and snowing. The predicted 2 inches of snow looked more like 6 inches on our deck railing.
Partway through the snowfall I took a picture of my veggie garden and thought about the strawberry plants shivering under the blanket of snow. Hah! There’s an oxymoron – a blanket of snow. Blankets are supposed to be warm, aren’t they?
Then that night, it rained and blew
Just as it was supposed to do.
Soon the snow had disappeared,
But the damage was as feared.
See the fir branch dangling down?
It’s so long it reached the ground.
See it hanging by a thread
There beside the garden shed?
Now I’m worried it might drop
On my doggies with a plop.
More like dropping with a crash
Turning puppies into mash.
So the Captain has to tie
Rope onto the branch up high,
Tie it on the pickup truck
Yank it down into the muck.
We don’t grumble, we don’t cuss.
Oh what fun for all of us.