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Just in the last couple of days we've gone from dodging the tornado path that skipped through the Ranger community, not far from our house, to 4 inches of snow that caused total chaos on the Blairsville Hwy, not far from our house.  Yesterday on the way home from town, the snow build-up in some areas made roads treacherous, drivers lost control, and slid off the road.  We detoured the Blairsville Hwy onto a secondary snow-covered road and responded to an accident.  Some parts of the roads remained clear but where it built up, drivers were caught by surprise.  This morning the snow-blanket gently covers the ground exposing tracks where my night visitors drank from the birdbath and foraged for food.  Mourning doves all dressed in the same grey suits gather around the water cooler cooing.
from the back porch

Titmouse feeding at my home-made pie-tin window feeder.
Downtown along the 4-lane on the way to Wally World, the Bradford pear trees are already starting to open their little pink blossoms.  They are confused by the warm winter temperatures and the 11 inches of rain we had during January.  
OK.  That's enough snow beauty and reflection.  Bring on spring.  I'm ready to till the garden and plant my early peas.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OLIVIA.  Four years ago today she bounced into this world and hasn't stopped yet.


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ralph said…
me, too. ready for spring. it's snowed all day here (just like it did four years ago while i was in labor!) but nothing is sticking to the ground. which is fine with me! :)

olivia is having a great day!
February 3, 2013 at 10:50 AM
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