Word on the street is that we're in for a Big Storm this weekend. Starting tonight, snow levels are coming waaaaay down - predicted accumulation of 3-5" at 2000' (that's us) and 6-9" above 3000'.
Now, forecasters around here don't distinguish between the mountains on the west side of the bay (us) and the east side of the bay. I think we get quite a bit of moderation thanks to the Pacific, but it has snowed a couple times this year so it's certainly not beyond the realm of possibility.
Anyway, we've got lots of food in the house, lots of wine and beer, and I've got lots of fiber in various states of incarnation. Even if the power goes out, I'll be able to amuse myself without too much difficulty.
And if the power is going out, it'll be this weekend.
Cool!
Brigid in the Blogosphere
Last week, Morgaine over at Carolina Homespun invited us all to take part in the fourth annual (silent) Poetry Reading to celebrate the feast of Brigid. Even older than Brigid is Imbolc. Today we celebrate Spring, the return of hope and look forward to the end of winter.
So, for that, I give you my favorite poet.
Early Spring - Rainer Maria Rilke
Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,
hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees.
Off to China. Posting when I'm able.
So, for that, I give you my favorite poet.
Early Spring - Rainer Maria Rilke
Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,
hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees.
Off to China. Posting when I'm able.
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