(and the last shall be first…)
Don’t DARE fall into the pit opened before us hour after hour by the Weather Channel — They would have us decide, “That’s it for global warming!” Worse, they would have us conclude that this winter is the fault of Mother Nature, our enemy!
On the contrary, every book on catastrophic climate change that I have ever read insisted, back in the last century, that melting glaciers because of CO2 emissions will alter ocean temperatures, ocean currents, aligned air currents, weather patterns, and bring us ever more severe storm in terms of quantity and violence of precipitation, and, indeed, in frequency.
It’s not Mother Nature, folks. It’s us!
Why has the author of NJ WILD become a hikeless hermit?
2011 VIEW FROM LIVING ROOM WINDOW
NJ WILD readers must be wondering why I’m not exhorting everyone to GET OUT THERE on winter excursions. You may remember that last year I gave you Brenda Jones’ Fox on Ice (Lake Carnegie), insisting that nature miracles won’t come to you - we have to go to them.
FOX TRACKS BY MY BEDROOM WINDOW
Well, I was wrong. Even though I cannot even OPEN my front door, deer, rabbits and foxes have come close enough to touch.
ANDROMEDA AND THE NIGHT VISITORS:
Below Study Window
I’ve even seen the red fox frolic in new snow, while working at my computer.
But for me, NATURE IS NO SPECTATOR SPORT. I NEED TO BE OUT THERE, breathing the air the creatures breathe. Spirits uplifted by their very wings, their winged gait.
SNOW A FOOT+ HIGH ABOVE STUDY DESK
I don’t believe the scene above, either, and I lived it. Snow outside was so deep that it reached the sill, rising and rising til over a foot in depth. That tall black thing is not a shadow. It’s snow that just kept expanding upwards. These are not drifts. This is snowfall. I can’t go anywhere.
Only the Beginning
In this winter of my discontent, despite living on top of a hill, I have been snowed in to the greatest degree in life memory. Having grown up in Michigan, and spent nearly five frozen years in Minnesota, I have never seen snow this deep! More significantly, I have never experienced snow this lasting. Snowpack is something we delighted in at Stowe, at Aspen, in Zermatt. Snowpack is not something I ever expected in my own front yard!
Yesterday, I was treated to the sight of my own (gravel, unusable because unplowable, until uncovered) driveway for the first time since driving home from Cape May in that Christmas blizzard.
Yesterday, February 20, 2011, I carried my own groceries straight in from my own car on my own driveway for the first time since before Christmas.
Then, as usual, WINTER STORM WARNING reared its head. After unpacking sack after sack of provisions, I drove back up the hill to the landlords’ garage, where my car rests anew;snowbound, again. Until that snow melts, everything will have to be carried up their garage steps, then down steep stairs to my apartment, before being settled into cabinets.
Again, WINTER STORM WARNING is in effect til noon tomorrow - I must be at work at 9 a.m. Down the driveway I have come to call my luge.
It squirrels down amongst venerable evergreens, between steep banks of rocky soil, to culminate in a semi-flat area. I always pause there, before heading out onto traffic-zapped Canal Road. When it is slippery on the resting place, my car is headed straight toward the canal. Now I love the canal, don’t get me wrong. But it has come to LOOM ever since December.
People who live elsewhere do not understand why the winter of 2011 has rendered me a hermit. Perhaps these pictures explain for me.
SNOW DEPTHS THROUGH LIVING ROOM SCREEN
ICICLE LENGTH FROM UPSTAIRS KITCHEN WINDOW
POST STORM LIGHT
I not only am not hiking these woods, I can’t even open the front door far enough to get both shoulders out. To take pictures has required contortions I didn’t know I possessed.
Occasionally, sun did triumph. Only to bring new challenges.
WINTRY MIX THROUGH DOOR THAT CANNOT OPEN
Truly the winter of our discontent, and by no means over.
And don’t you DARE fall into the pit which the Weather Channel opens before us, hour after hour, that ghastly phrase 24/7 — that this is Mother Nature, our enemy! On the contrary, every book on catastrophic climate change that I have ever read insisted, back in the last century, that melting glaciers because of CO2 emissions will alter ocean temperatures, ocean currents, aligned air currents, weather patterns, and bring us ever more severe storm in terms of quantity and violence of precipitation, and, indeed, in frequency.
It’s not Mother Nature, folks. It’s us!
2 Comments posted on "THE HIKELESS TIME - SNOWS OF 2011"
Faith on February 25th, 2011 at 6:04 pm #
Your photos are gorgeous, even though the snow often kept you shut in, so at least you put the time to good use! And now the thaw…
Karen on February 27th, 2011 at 6:24 pm #
Spring IS coming. Today, I was surprised by snow crocuses blooming in the backyard, along with snowdrops, winter aconite and many buds on the lenten rose that are just about ready to pop. Under all that snow, the daffodils, tulips and hyacinths have been working their way to the surface. Hoping that we can get out for a walk now that the snows have (mostly) melted. Karen
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