First Snowfall of the year....
Out here in Bugfart, we are having our first snowfall. It started around ten this morning, with very light flurries that looked like fluffy little pieces of laundry detergent. Whenever I see this, I kind of hope it really is some weirdo, or mischievous, overly intelligent squirrel, on the roof throwing cupfuls of detergent out in view of my window.
No such luck though.
The snow has not started to stick to the roads yet, but it is sticking to the boards of my miniscule back porch and to the leaves in the postage-stamp back yard. The yard, or what there is of it, is full of leaves from the massive maple tree that overlaps four different backyards. I am lucky that the neighbor who owns the tree has enough ground to be able to keep it, and I enjoy watching the buds of spring, greenery of summer, colors of fall, and black bareness of winter on its branches. There is a knot of leaves in the high branches that is probably a squirrel nest. In the middle of this little backwater 'hood, it reminds me that there is hope and potential for change.
A Tree Grows in Bugfart.
Snow tends to bring a bit of prettiness to the 'hood also. And a bit of comedy to the liquor store parking lot across the street from my tenement. The most baffling and intriging site last year was, with six plus inches of snow on the ground, at 8pm in the evening, a beat up pickup truck sliding into the liquor store's parking lot. For most of the evening, I'd watch people walk to the store and pick up a little cold weather comfort, but here were some brave (or stupid) souls who decided to drive. A guy got out; and then, out of the passenger side, a chick, wearing a pair of jeans slit up to the knee, and platform sandals.
Okay...it's below 30 outside, with six plus inches of snow, but I guess some misplaced need to impress a jerkwater Romeo in a beat up pickup and worn out baseball cap might be sufficient cause for such a seriously climatically inappropriate outfit. Or was she full of enough anti-freeze by 8pm to not notice the snow or the temperature? I can't fathom any other reasons for risking a good case of flu or frostbite all in the quest for an evening's libation.
But, after all, this is Bugfart, and people are so bored they will do anything for excitement, including endanger life and limb in a pair of inappropriate shoes for a six pack of Bud.
So, I am watching and wondering what sort of crackerball alcoholic comedy will conspire in the parking lot across the street on this glorious first snowfall day.
No such luck though.
The snow has not started to stick to the roads yet, but it is sticking to the boards of my miniscule back porch and to the leaves in the postage-stamp back yard. The yard, or what there is of it, is full of leaves from the massive maple tree that overlaps four different backyards. I am lucky that the neighbor who owns the tree has enough ground to be able to keep it, and I enjoy watching the buds of spring, greenery of summer, colors of fall, and black bareness of winter on its branches. There is a knot of leaves in the high branches that is probably a squirrel nest. In the middle of this little backwater 'hood, it reminds me that there is hope and potential for change.
A Tree Grows in Bugfart.
Snow tends to bring a bit of prettiness to the 'hood also. And a bit of comedy to the liquor store parking lot across the street from my tenement. The most baffling and intriging site last year was, with six plus inches of snow on the ground, at 8pm in the evening, a beat up pickup truck sliding into the liquor store's parking lot. For most of the evening, I'd watch people walk to the store and pick up a little cold weather comfort, but here were some brave (or stupid) souls who decided to drive. A guy got out; and then, out of the passenger side, a chick, wearing a pair of jeans slit up to the knee, and platform sandals.
Okay...it's below 30 outside, with six plus inches of snow, but I guess some misplaced need to impress a jerkwater Romeo in a beat up pickup and worn out baseball cap might be sufficient cause for such a seriously climatically inappropriate outfit. Or was she full of enough anti-freeze by 8pm to not notice the snow or the temperature? I can't fathom any other reasons for risking a good case of flu or frostbite all in the quest for an evening's libation.
But, after all, this is Bugfart, and people are so bored they will do anything for excitement, including endanger life and limb in a pair of inappropriate shoes for a six pack of Bud.
So, I am watching and wondering what sort of crackerball alcoholic comedy will conspire in the parking lot across the street on this glorious first snowfall day.
posted by Tish Grier at 1:36 PM
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