It's unbearably warm today--nature's sauna. One of those days when you work up a sweat just sitting down in the shade.
It's days like this, make me long for winter again.
In northeastern New York, on a winter night, you first know it's snowing, when you are lying safe and warm in bed, snugged away beneath your quilt, and you are wakened in the night by the heavy metallic scraping of the municipal or state's snowplow, the huge blade throwing sparks as it scrapes the snow from the bare pavement--followed on the back end, perhaps, by the hissing of the sand or salt spreader, attached to the back of the enormous rig. The deep kettle drum-like grating sound of that four foot high blade on the roadway is, by the time you're an adult, both a comfortingly familiar--and also, somewhat obnoxious, sound.
You wake in the morning, and squinting against the glare, peer out at the bright gray or blue skies. Even after decades of living in snow country, you still find yourself blinking in astonishment, of what you see.
Your outside world has changed--perhaps, depending on the snowfall totals, changed drastically.
It's a fairy-tale land--trees, roofs, cars, the ground--all covered in fluffy white. A gingerbread setting that is truly magnificent to behold. A foot, two feet, three...of alabaster snow, enshrouds the world, smothering it a silence that is unique to winter. The world is hushed, after the storm, hiding from the riot of life and birth that is the spring.
Then, you see YOUR car...and your front steps, and your driveway. And...where on earth is your snow shovel? You'd left it leaning against the outside wall of the home, next to the steps. A deep rumbling gives you your answer--as an avalanche of snow cascades off of your roof. You sigh--perhaps say something naughty under your breath, and look longingly at your bed.
fOUND THIS ON THE WEB, "WINTER MORNING IN AVERILL PARK." Our parents used to take us to Averill Park all the time...a small town about a 25 minute drive from our village, in the foothills across the river from Albany. We used to visit a mineral shop, go to the drive-ins, restaurants and two lakes, there. AVERILL PARK, NY TRIVIA: Comedian Jerry Lewis once worked as a Soda Jerk in Averill Park. It was a resort, with a casino, way back then.
MrFlighty
I don't like it hot and humid either. I don't mind it cold and sunny, but not wet and windy which makes my bones ache.
That's a great picture, I love the colours.