Relative Something

The persistent puddle that I light-heartedly refer to as “Paddock Lake” is ice-free this morning. I’m afraid that judges were unable to conclude whether the ice-out date was March 6 or March 7 due to the dangerous lightning conditions last night, keeping intelligent people indoors during the thunderstorm that rolled through.

At 11:21 a.m. yesterday, it looked like this:

I found Swings and Light soaking wet when I came out, so I gave the puddle a closer inspection and discovered evidence that they had been playing their splashing game. Surprisingly, they hadn’t destroyed all the ice.

By 4:35 p.m., it looked like this:

The silt the horses had stirred up had yet to settle out, but it was an overcast day, leaving plenty of ice still visible.

I don’t know how much rain fell with the storm that arrived around 10:30 p.m., but it was audible on the roof and left things wet this morning. By the time I dragged myself out of bed to walk Asher, light snow was beginning to fall.

At 7:31 a.m., this is what I found:

While we were down at the barn, the snow got so heavy that we received an inch in less than half an hour.

The ice is gone, but now snow is covering everything again. It won’t last long. The forecast indicates we could reach 60°F tomorrow. Spring-like weather around these parts.

Anyone want to guess when we will lose another tree due to violent weather? Michigan sure got a gut punch yesterday with the surprisingly early tornado this far north. The storm chasers had their eyes on Texas and Oklahoma.

It gives me an uneasy feeling about the odds of increasingly intense storms unleashing damage to our paradise.

Every day that we escape negative impacts is a blessing to be celebrated. The quick March snowstorm this morning was rather adorable.

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