This was the view from my front door (in Eugene, Oregon) at 7 am on Wednesday, the second day of spring:
Beautiful, yes (and it satisfied a secret longing I’ve been harboring for the white all-enveloping silence of a snow sky), but getting to work was nightmarish, since the lovely city of Eugene does NOT know how to handle snow at ALL. (There were no snow ploughs out on the street until after 8, and never any ice or sand at all–yes, I know, I can sense you east coast folks squirming; believe me, I feel your pain!) I finally made it in at 11 am after two hours standing on ice in the snow and rain–which was not good for my Raynaud’s (a circulation condition involving the absence of capillaries in places in my fingers and toes, making the possible consequences of frostbite rather serious), and my toes are aching tonight.
Added to the wind storms we’ve been having, this surprise snowstorm is also reinforcing my growing impression that spring is as much Wild Hunt season as Yule is, here.
We’re supposed to get more snow tonight; I’m hoping the weather forecast is wrong because I would dearly love to get paid for tomorrow, but I don’t think I can go through that kind of ordeal twice in one week.
The dog doesn’t quite know what to make of it all: