I am so puzzled by WordPress lately. The photos are now appearing in EXACTLY the opposite order that I am trying to show you. Therefore, the blogger must adjust her story to reflect the opposite.
It seems like one should start with the wake-up photos. Here’s what it looked like when we rolled ourselves out of bed this morning. Instead, we’re starting with the basketball hoop which really ended my story. Alas. That’s how you have to adjust in life. Your beginning story is really your ending story. Alas.
Never you mind. Let’s go back to the beginning. The beginning–in this instance–occurred at Midnight last night. Barry rolled into bed. (His wife had been asleep for at least two hours and maybe–just maybe–doesn’t even remember his rolling into bed.)
He cracked opened the window. It was raining. Ahhh, beautiful spring rain. Lovely spring rain. Wonderful spring rain.
He woke again around 3 a.m. No more rain. Too bad, he thought, it would be nice to get a little more rain to make fire season a little less dangerous.
He woke again around–heck, I don’t know what time he woke up. He woke up sometime and looked out the window and thought, “HOLY COW! IT SNOWED! No wonder I couldn’t hear the rain!”
(I don’t know that he would have used the words HOLY COW. I am using artist license. Imagining what he might have thought.)
By the time I threw off the covers and emerged into Saturday, April 23rd, we had three inches of new snow. (What would YOUR reaction be? Despair? Bliss? Somewhere in between? Mine was actually awe with the beauty of the icy snow-laced trees. But mostly because I know it melts quickly at this time of year.)
Took the camera and headed out to the school for more complicated reasons than can be articulated here. OK, will give it a try. Will provide a hint.
We are OFF on another adventure come Tuesday. I won’t give it away yet. Here are your clues. Our destination is between 1,148 – 1,172 miles away. Our daughter once sunned at this location on the exact same spot where a large black snake slithered several hours earlier. Our son visited here in August. There are blooming flowers at our mystery destination.
None of you who KNOW can answer. Please. Keep it mum. Keep it silent. It shall be a game for the non-knowers.
Our mystery destination has no snow. No ice. No winter. (Therefore, I must go out to the school on a Saturday and prepare for my absence after taking pictures of snow in a basketball hoop.)
That is another reason I am not sunk in the throes of despair at Winter’s lingering presence. We’re outa here. SOON!