December 5:
Dear Diary,
today we bid farewell to ground-colored ground until April.
(Also, Daddy was a dumbass and almost broke his neck going up on the roof with a ladder to check on some windows from the outside. The roofer guy wasn’t kidding when he said that a Sarnafil PVC membrane roof turns into a giant Slip-N-Slide when it gets wet.)
I know it’s pretty to some, but ugh.
We’ve been spared so far in Detroit, though it’s set to make its debut on Monday. The only thing winter makes me marvel at is the idea that human beings willingly settled themselves here in the 17th century. Why? How?
I can’t figure out what I’m doing north of the 36th Parallel here in the 21st, let alone why anyone would have done it when it meant a tent and a few beaver skins.
Got some white dusting on the ground this AM in the Great NorthWet.
Still waiting for our share of global warming.
Finally getting some summer here. It’s been one of the greyest wettest springs i’ve ever seen. Global warming? BAH!
Matt
I apologize for what is probably a silly question, but in the second photo, slightly behind and to the right of the stump, there appears to be a vaguely pink thing, and I have no idea what it is. Anyone care to enlighten me?
It’s the hummingbird feeder that really needs to come down at this point, because all the resident hummingbirds are either in their Florida winter condos, or frozen solid.
Dominique, looks like a bird feeder.
Marko, good to hear it was only “almost broke his neck.” We live and learn.