They didn't know, they never do.
The weatherforcast for this weekend earlier on was supposed to be a little bit of this and that. Wouldn't it be nice to have a job as a meteorologist? You can be wrong more than half of the time and still get payed big bucks.
Anyhow, it is close to midnight and the mess only just started - hopefully the last winter storm. After all it is the middle of March. Even in my vicinities the crocuses are supposed to bloom by now, despite of snow ...
And if you ever were curious what I am driving and how old I am, the riddle can be deciphered from the image of this newspaper I found the other day stuck on some old rotten barn boards.
Below same picture as above taken next morning through the storm door. Daylight ... but what a mess!
Saturday, March 17
the perfect storm
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7 comments:
What a lovely blog--you're a wonderful writer and a terrific photographer. Glad I found you, and thanks for visiting me too.
Oh, you are welcome Tina. Keep on running - all the power to ya :)
Hello, friend Zee. Still mucking through the snow, I see. Celebrating St. Pat's?
madcap - it was almost spring, almost ... now this!
Hmm, I celebrate St. Pat's all year round, either with music or green ale :)
...now you look like a new wave punk rocker...or 70s on drugs style type of rocker
... haha - new wave punk 70's rocker on crack:)
That's my car!
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