October Snow Storm

I thought today might be a nice day to share some photographs from the snow storm on Saturday and the aftermath on Sunday.

I took a very long bike ride today–over seven miles–and the entire town is just littered with downed limbs and wires. It looks the way I imagined the town to be after Hurricane Irene–nature utterly ripped apart by the weather. It’s so easy to look at a tall, wide, old tree and think, nothing short of a chainsaw could take this sucker down, and then along comes some frozen water and does the job without a wood-chipper and electricity. I’d have taken a picture, but I was far more focused on not having a branch land on me or letting any

But when you ignore all of the damage and the fact that the parks in town are going to be looking a little sparse, it’s incredibly beautiful. I heard today that it hasn’t snowed this early and with this ferocity since the Civil War, and to think that I’m alive to see this awesome (and I mean that in the awe-inspiring sense of the word, and not the cool-dude meaning) feat of nature that generations have missed is spectacular. The juxtaposition of the bright leaves against the snow, and the fallen beauty of destroyed trees is oddly lovely.

And I even have to admit that a huge part of me actually enjoyed the power outage. I like finally being able to use all of those half-burnt advent candles for something–watching those various lengths of pink, white, and deep purple wax jammed into candleholders and set up next to the stove so that we can actually see what we’re cooking. I like eating “Saturday night supper” with my parents, a meal I haven’t had in years. Nothing says New England like franks and beans, with a little bacon thrown in, of course. I liked contorting my neck into odd positions so that I could read lying down while holding a flashlight. And even though I was quite cold, it was fun having to pile loads of blankets on the bed and wearing long underwear, thick flannel pajamas, and my favorite flannel nightgown (It buttons up to my chin and comes down to mid shin. It may not be hip or very becoming, but it’s absolutely perfect) over all of that. I liked having all the cats huddled even closer to me than usual as we slept. But I must admit that it was wonderful to wake up and discover that we had power and–much more importantly–internet back.

Here’s the scene during the storm:

And here is Sunday morning:

Just for comparison’s sake, here’s a picture of one of the huge storms last winter:

And as always, you can also find me on tumblr at http://emleng93.tumblr.com/, if, you know, you’re into that kind of thing.

The Day After Snowtober

After over fifteen hours without power and a day driving around town through the snow, looking at all of the downed trees, power lines, and telephones, it’s nice to be able to use the internet and sleep in a house that is around fifty degrees. I had to wear long underwear and two pairs of flannel pajamas to bed. The floral patterns clashed in the most spectacular manner, and I throughly amused my next door neighbor when I stepped outside in the morning wearing that ensemble, a bright pink bathrobe with hearts all over it purchased when I was eight*, and flowered boots.

*I keep announcing that I will replace it, as the sleeves are incredibly short and it looks ridiculous on anyone over the age of ten, but I never do. At this point, it’s just become so amusing to me that I couldn’t care less about what other people think.

And as always, you can also find me on tumblr at http://emleng93.tumblr.com/, if, you know, you’re into that kind of thing.