This afternoon, I drove out of town wearing sunglasses to keep the glare out of my eyes from the sun shining off the snow. Ten minutes later, now just a mile from home, the boys and I were starting to comment about how pretty it was the way the little breezes that were picking up were causing the snow to tumble softly off the tree branches to the ground. Then E asked why the sky was so grey up ahead. At home, this is what we pulled in to find, and it just got crazier and crazier by the minute. When the wind turns and blows from the north or east, from the direction of Canada and Glacier Park, we know we're in for it and this was just one of those times. The snow was blowing horizontally: it's visible blowing off the rooftops of the house and shop above. The pic of the woodshed is from about 50 feet away.
The other end of the shop building has a new addition in progress and C and a few other guys were frantically trying to keep some of the new metal trim pieces from flying off and to fix a new tarp over the opening where the garage door will be installed, after the first tarp ripped off in the wind.
As there were no major catastrophes, and inside the house it was cozy and warm by the fire with a hearty stew cooking on the stove, it was all really quite fun. There was a bit of a Little House on the Prairie feel to the evening. By dinner time it looked as if Jack Frost had personally come by to paint the windows. It's good to know that the weather can still do this.
I was, of course, traipsing around in it snapping pictures, and at one point decided to turn the camera on myself. That hat is a goofy one that I whipped out of some neon orange polarfleece in a few minutes during hunting season using a pattern I found in a back issue of Readymade magazine. Let's face it. In this sort of weather, fleece wins out over woolen handknits, and that is what I grabbed for, ugly as it is. What you can't see is the blue handknit wool sweater I was wearing which soon looked white with all the snow sticking to it, and the woolen socks inside my boots, keeping my toes toasty warm!
Speaking of socks and snow, I realized that I never showed this pair of finished socks, the last of the Socktoberfest socks that I finished on the way to Seattle in the car about a month ago. I photographed them last week but, as it's too dark inside for decent pictures most days and I didn't want to lay them directly out in the snow, I put an old piece of clear plexiglass onto the snow and laid the socks on top of it (same as with the Rainbow Socks in a recent post). It worked quite nicely except when I went to bang the plexiglass against my leg to get the snow off, it shattered into a few pieces, maybe because it got too cold? Oops.
L and G: Aren't you sorry you're missing out on all this?