Posts Tagged ‘Winter’
Bring It
The predictions for our weather being significantly stormy today have continued to intensify. Meteorologists report that all computer models remain in agreement for a potential of over a foot of snow in our region by Tuesday. Cyndie and I are ready. We say, “Bring it on!” I haven’t asked the horses what they think about it.
We worked hard yesterday to tackle everything within our power that needed to be addressed before a lot of snow covers it all up. As we went along, we found little things to add to our list of preparations. It’s quite possible that I have never been as ready for a first significant snowfall of the season as I am today.
With Cyndie’s help, despite an ailing arthritic hip, I finished making a raised area around the hay feeder in the paddock. That also means we were able to use up the left-over pile of lime screenings.
We rearranged equipment in the shop garage to move plow blades and snow tires to the front for easy access, and piled lawn care accessories out of the way in back. I went so far as to clean out leaves that had collected in nooks and crannies around the house and shop walkways where I will soon be trying to shovel snow.
We re-hung tarps on the walls of Delilah’s kennel to give her added shelter. She was thrilled to be present while we worked, chasing mice that popped out when Cyndie disturbed a nest while sweeping out the corners.
Yesterday morning I was teasing Cyndie with a query about whether we had enough toilet paper to survive the coming storm, since that is a common item that gets purchased when harsh weather is approaching. She assured me we did, but later in the day, as we rearranged vehicles to get the truck parked under a roof, she decided to make a run to fill the gas tank and pick up some groceries.
She brought home more toilet paper.
All that is left to do is let nature take its course and invite winter over to make itself comfortable at Wintervale. Seems like the picture above will be the last glimpse of dry ground we’ll see for a few months.
Bring it on, we say. We think we are ready.
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Grooming Session
The horses were long overdue for some serious grooming, and yesterday Cyndie was able to give each of the 4 of them a thorough cleaning. Of course, this morning a couple of them have already found ways to grind in some new dirt. Apparently, they won’t have a chance to roll in dirt tomorrow, because the ground will be covered with snow. Weather forecasters have updated their prediction to a high likelihood of a significant snowfall event tomorrow.
Looking at the weather this morning, I don’t get any inkling of the impending mayhem. It brings to mind the deadly storm that occurred on Nov. 11, 1940, the Armistice Day Blizzard. Thank goodness for the improvements in weather forecasting that have evolved since that time. If you want to see some in-depth detail of what is being forecast (as of 10:14 p.m. last night) for our region tomorrow, check out this post on my favorite weather blog, Updraft, from MPR news. It paints a pretty dramatic picture of what to expect.
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As I toiled away on my projects yesterday, moving dirt and pea gravel around the paddocks, Cyndie focused her attention on the horses. It was a treat to see how much they seemed to relish the attention. It was so calm and quiet I almost burst with appreciation for the pleasantness of the moment.
Delilah was restrained on a leash nearby, and when she started barking for attention, I moved her closer to the action. That seemed to satisfy her needs and she laid down in the mid-day sun to regally observe the activity. The horses alternated between lining up for the grooming appointment and strolling down to graze along the fence outside the paddock or out on the hay-field hill.
Most of all, it was blessedly quiet. The air was filled with contentment, …a striking contrast to what is predicted to befall our little paradise tomorrow. Now I need to go batten down some hatches. There’s a storm a comin’!
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Where To?
As I strolled up the driveway yesterday afternoon, the eagle statue caught my eye and it occurred to me that I should consider moving it for the winter. We have placed it in a spectacular spot at the top of the driveway, but during the snow season that spot is right where plowing pushes the snow.
More than once last year, I accidentally hit the poor guy with the blade.
In pondering another location for the statue, I had difficulty coming up with someplace that didn’t also involve snow being dumped. There’s not a good place where it would still have its deserved prominence, yet be out of the way of clearing snow.
I suppose I could find a spot for him somewhere down by the labyrinth, but I’m a little afraid that if I did that, we’d never get around to moving it back up the hill again after the snow is gone, to this great perch by the driveway.
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Mucky Misstep?
I’m having some doubts about part of the solution we settled on for improvement of the footing in our paddocks. The water is not draining through the layer of lime screenings we added. We did not focus on packing it down immediately, thinking the process would occur naturally over time. We weren’t granted that gift of time by mother nature before the heavy dose of rainfall put our efforts for improvement to a test.
The wet screenings have taken on a consistency very similar to fresh concrete.
I’m not so sure that the water would run off the top of the surface if we had packed it anyway. It is discouraging to see standing water in all the divots left where the horses have stepped. Maybe I am expecting immediate results where the reality is that the ultimate improvement will not be perfection, but a reduced duration of muck. We can hope.
What I found to be even more demoralizing yesterday was, one of the bad spots is located above the main area that the drain tile installation is intended to help. Even after the drain tile is in place and working as designed, my impression is that the high ground just beyond the barn overhang won’t be greatly affected. I’ll be thrilled to find I am wrong about that.
On a more positive note, we are entering the winter season in a completely different situation than we experienced a year ago. Last year it was dry, dry, dry. I firmly believe that the dry fall of 2013 significantly contributed to the loss of many of our pine trees when the winter that followed was so severe. This fall the conditions are almost too wet, if that is possible. Our growing flora look healthy and happy, and should be ready for whatever winter dishes out this year.
Our animals appear just as ready. Delilah was so vibrant yesterday morning, sprinting around at full speed with a gleam in her eye and a smile on her little doggie face, looking as if the temperature had finally reached a comfortable range for her thick coat. I think her preferred seasons of the year have arrived.
Winter has always been my favorite season. Now, if I could just find a way to be as ready for it this year as our plants and animals are. First priority will be new muck boots. My two main choices of footwear have both developed leaks in them. The recent rains have been good for making that known to me.
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Will They?
One of our current spring dramas is whether our pine trees will recover from the stress they have endured from our dry fall that was followed by the most extreme winter we’ve had in 35 years. I’ve not consulted with an arborist yet, but our trees are definitely browning from the bottom up and the inside out. This doesn’t match the descriptions I find of how winter injury or pine wilt symptoms appear. Whatever it is that is causing the problem, it’s not affecting every single pine, but it is widespread throughout our property and not confined to one spot. We are hoping for the best, but I’m inclined to believe the prognosis is not good. The die-back on many of them is over half the tree.
That isn’t our only drama this spring. We are also anxious to learn whether the maple tree we transplanted to the labyrinth last fall survived the obvious shock it endured from its being uprooted and relocated. If we witness signs of life from that tree in the days ahead, my spirit will soar and we will have much cause for celebration.
There is also concern for the number of plants Cyndie worked so hard to get established in the rest of the labyrinth. This winter was hard on everything, so even if the plants survived the onslaught of snow and long periods of extreme cold, they will now face risks from animals that are trying to eat anything and everything available to recover from their own season-long deprivation. I don’t intend to erect a 10-foot-high fence around the garden to keep deer away, but I fear that is about what it would take to dissuade them from bellying up to our conveniently situated buffet down there.
We could ask Delilah to patrol the area for us, as she would be thrilled at an invitation to chase deer, but she would likely wreak her own havoc on plants, as she demonstrates amazing reckless disregard for all living things in her excitement to chase and dig.
One last drama we came face to face with yesterday is the question of whether we will be able to continue allowing Delilah to be both an indoor and an outdoor pet. This is the first spring that she has lived with us, so we haven’t previously needed to deal with managing both spring mud and a dog before.
When we step in the door, we can simply remove our muddy boots. I wish it were that simple for her. Yesterday, a day when the temperature was below freezing, but the sunshine was still melting exposed ground, she got legs and belly covered with mud and manure-cicles. When we came inside, Delilah was rubbed down with a towel in a cursory attempt to dry her off. Later, when we had time, she would get bathed to remove the residual grime.
So much for waiting. Soon we were seeing dark spots all over the floor. The mud and manure frozen to her underside, and which toweling did not remove, was now melting at a rapid pace. Everywhere she walked in our house was becoming a bio-hazard site. Poor dog was unceremoniously evicted and sent to her kennel outside do be dealt with later.
If I thought it stood a chance of working, I’d look into mud boots for her. I wonder if she’d let me wrap her torso with stretch-wrap to keep her belly fur dry.
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Nature’s Course
There is no getting around the fact that we are at that time of year when the weather can flip from enticingly spring-like to “as winter as ever” in a single day. It can be a tough blow at the end of a harsh winter to be walloped by storms that give the impression the weather is headed in the wrong direction. Today is expected to be one of those tough blows, but it is not clear what the precise position of the storm will be. We are on the edge of a suspected path which could swing either to freezing rain or heavy, wet snow.
For the time being, I’m going to enjoy this image of our paddock from Saturday, when the snow had been cleared off the ground and the clouds were gone from the sky. We’ll have more of this type of enjoyment in the days ahead. We just need to tolerate a small setback to a winter storm for a few days.
That’s Dezirea munching hay, with Legacy standing by, on watch.
A couple of days later and it looked like this (although, in fairness, this one was taken with my phone looking through a dirty window from inside our sunroom):
At Delilah’s desperate urging, I let her outside to chase a squirrel, or squirrels, which had been tugging mercilessly at her predator instincts while she was trapped indoors. I followed her with my eyes as she sprinted deep into the neighbor’s woods to our north, much farther than she normally explores. The unconscious chase left her in new territory, and I would have been surprised if she just turned around and came back into our yard.
She disappeared for quite a while. When Delilah finally reappeared outside our windows, it wasn’t a squirrel she had as a prize, but the bottom portion of a deer leg. It is most likely that she happened upon a carcass that was left by some other predator(s), but she looked so much like a wolf out there, gnawing on that limb in the heavy falling snow, I felt a renewed appreciation for why our cats appear so wary of her.
She’s just doing what comes natural, but it can be almost scary seeing how incredibly proficient she is about it.
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Marching Ahead
We’ve made it to the month of March, always a milestone in our northern winters. The other day I noticed that the hour of our sunset has reached 6:00 p.m. That’s a big difference from that shortest day of sunlight in December, when darkness descends way too early in the afternoon. Winter’s days are numbered now, but we know too well from our experience just a year ago, storms with significant amounts of snow can still happen as late as May around here.
With March historically bringing storms carrying large snowfall totals, we try not to get overly excited by the warm sunlight and daytime melting that is about to occur. However, I think this year it will be especially welcome. There have been precious few days above freezing the last few months, which is great for winter sports, but it has me a little anxious about what the melt will be like for us come spring.
Last year the wetness took forever to end. I can’t find any reason to believe it will be any better this year. I had hoped to strategically pile the plowed snow to minimize melt water running where we don’t want it to go, but the amount of snow that has accumulated forced the necessity of piling it anywhere and everywhere.
For now, we still need to keep clearing our way to the wood shed and to Delilah’s kennel. I finally got the path to the wood shed shoveled on Saturday, over a week after the last big storm buried everything here under the rain and then 12 inches of snow.
In March, you never really know if the effort to clear such routes is still necessary, but if you don’t do it, and another large amount of snow falls, it ends up being a real hassle. Better safe, than sorry, I believe.
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Still Digging
After taking the entire day off from shoveling or plowing on Sunday, I needed to pick up where we left off, and yesterday was another busy day of digging. I started the day up on our roof, to get the snow off our peak vent. It was so nice up there, I took a little extra time and cleared the valleys between the vaulted roof and the low roof on the west end of our house. 
Unfortunately, that snow all went down onto the backup generator and our deck, so I needed to shovel it one more time when I got back down on the ground.
Speaking of how nice it was up there, I noticed in the mirror last night that I got a bit of a sunburn on my ever-more-exposed forehead. I shouldn’t be surprised, after watching how quickly the solar power evaporated the snow to expose bare shingles in the spots where I removed the snow.
After a quick lunch, I headed for the diesel tractor to finish opening the full width of that last hill of our driveway where I got stuck on Saturday night. When that was accomplished, all that remained was the gravel sections around the hay shed and the barn.
It is frustrating, because the places where it would be easy to pile the snow are places where we don’t want the melt to drain directly into the paddock. To minimize that, I need to drive to the far end with the loader full of snow and dump it there, followed by an equal return trip. That’s not doing much for saving time or fuel. I feel like it takes me twice as long as it should to clear snow with that tractor.
It is also a challenge for my perfectionism. I need to really practice accepting a point that is good enough when it comes to clearing snow with that tractor. That would probably speed things up a bit for me.
As I think I mentioned, this winter storm was a real bugger for the amount of time it rained on us prior to changing over to accumulating snow. Every scoop with a shovel meets a base layer that sort of gives, but mostly resists, as a result of that rain. It also has caused a lot of the trees to continue to be burdened by the clinging snow and ice, despite the amount of wind that followed the next day.
The snow seems to cling to everything, sometimes to comical effect. The little peak of this bird feeder continues to sport a big tower of snow that sticks together and hangs on.
I wish I could say that I was done digging snow, but I’m not. I didn’t get the tractor around the back side of the barn yet. We already hand shoveled a small path from the back door to the manure pile, and there is nothing else we need that road opened for immediately. We just want to be sure to get it done before we get any more snow.
Just when I thought I was done for the day, I spotted that we hadn’t opened a path to Delilah’s kennel, and the roof of her kennel was drooping under the heavy load. I finished that chore and called it a day, even though that left my trail to the wood shed still needing to be dug out.
Maybe I’ll get around to that on the day I decide to go down and try to recover the path of the labyrinth. At least I don’t need to dig that. I’ll just walk it with my snowshoes, although it will be rather strange to now be over a foot above the ground while walking it.
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So Many
We have collected an awful lot of pictures over the last few days. Everywhere we look there are captivating views. The photos our cameras are able to record hardly do justice, but that doesn’t stop us from trying. Here are a select few (as always, you can click the image for a larger view)…
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Epic Battle
I fought long and hard against the snow that filled our driveway yesterday, and only just barely broke through in the end with a path that will allow us out in an emergency. That limited progress is despite the fact that I ended up getting help from two different neighbors!
I spent the morning clearing the upper portion of our driveway between the shop garage and the house. I was experimenting with different ways to scoop a bucket full and dump it to the side. It gets to be quite a trick when you are in the narrow lane of the driveway, away from open access points like the opening in front of the shop garage. At first it seemed rather easy, but it quickly became difficult when restrained by the edges of the driveway.
If I venture too far to the side, one of the front wheels will drop down off the pavement and then my rear tires just spin in place, chains and all, trying to pull back out. Then I need to rotate the bucket fully back, and lower it to the ground to use as a lever to push the tractor backwards, by rotating the bucket forward, out and away from me. That works most of the time, but it is an inexact science in the hands of a novice.
I wrestled with trying to figure out when speed was an advantage, mostly discovering when it was not. I struggled to figure out where the balance point was for a bucket filled to overflowing with snow, hoping to use the weight to my advantage, not against, in getting enough traction on the icy surface.
After a lunch break, I headed out to try my techniques on the rest of the driveway. Unfortunately, most of the rest of the driveway that remained to be cleared was far from flat. On the hills, I can usually move forward going down, but the going up part becomes an epic battle of spinning wheels. My progress was painfully slow. As big a scoop as I was using, and as full as I could possibly get it each time, it still felt like trying to shovel using a dinner spoon.
I tried speeding up, but then I sacrificed torque and would find myself getting stuck on the ice more often. After way too many iterations of back and forth, fatigue becomes a factor. My left foot and leg get tired working the clutch. One time, I forgot to shift into reverse, and accidentally went forward when I didn’t mean to, dropping my front wheel over the edge and forcing the dreaded levering the loader to push myself out.
I kept at it with barely a pause for a drink of water, and crested the last hill as the sun was setting. To my surprise, I discovered that one of my neighbors had plowed our driveway from the road, half way up the first hill. I was so thrilled at that I lost track of the bucket full of snow, leaving my hand on the lever so it lifted to the point of dumping part of its load back on the hood of the tractor and me.
With the difficult part down by the road already taken care of, I suddenly felt inspired to try to get the remaining section done before quitting for the day. Too bad it was some of the deepest snow yet and I was now headed downhill, making it increasingly difficult to back up with a bucketful of snow. Within sight of the finish line, I got myself miserably stuck. That is when my other neighbor showed up with his tractor and began digging toward me from the downhill side, while I practiced my loader-lever maneuvers to push myself back uphill. After a few scoopfuls by him, I was able to bomb my way forward and break through.
It was finally dark, and I was more than ready to be done for one day, so I left just a single narrow opening on that slope and made my way back to the garage. The final cleanup remains, either for today, or tomorrow, depending on when I feel up for the fight. This is more snow than I have ever tried to move in my entire life.
If this kind of storm happens again, I’m gonna be looking for one of those snow machines with tracks that the ski hills use. Either that or I need to look into flattening the driveway by cutting down the hills and filling in the valleys.
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Relative Something 