What a difference a day makes. The worst snowstorm  I can recall finally ended this afternoon when my beloved blue sky returned. Our power, which was off for much of yesterday, went off again at 7:30 and stayed until 4 p.m. The blog was down all that time; the cable was also down. This was a snowstorm on steroids; it kept coming with ice and heavy wet snow, and howling winds.

Trees came down all over town, and it’s taking the electric company workers several days to regain power. Some people still don’t have any. Our generator turned out to be a great move.

I have no appetite for dwelling on this storm, a lot of people in the country had it as bad or worse, but it was as bad as I can remember.

The wind was pouring through the upstairs windows. We love our old farmhouse, but we will get some more insulation.

Our hero was our generator, which held up all day, and powered lights, refrigeration, and water, hot and cold. The water pump to the barn was also powered. We could not have asked for more. This morning,

I got to take a shower. This afternoon, I got to drive to the bookstore.

The wind was battering us all night, and I saw the evidence in the morning when I looked out the bedroom window and saw evidence of snow blowing all night on our dinner bell and old kitchen chimney. At 8 a.m., it looked like the Antarctic here, by 5 p.m., it looked like Spring. It’s supposed to be 50 degrees here tomorrow; Mother Nature is nothing if not schizophrenic.

 

 

I stopped to photograph this lonely pine sitting in the middle of a farmer’s field.

Our generator was a hero. I won’t be caught without one again. We’ll cover it and keep it outside for a day or so. Maria runs it, she was trying to teach me how. I wish her luck with that.

 

Beef cows look great against fresh snow, I know where they live.

Coming back to life. The sheep seemed happy to get out into the air and some sun. They’ve been holed up in the pole barn for days.

 

 

You have to love a bookstore that stays open during one of the heaviest winter storms in years. I went to Battenkill Books to pick up the new mystery by Donna Leon, who writes beautifully about Venice. We are so lucky to have Battenkill Books in our town.