When I left the City yesterday the only remaining snow was gray, dirty frozen piles along the curbs. Between the heat rising from the steam under the streets, the subway system and the diligence of doormen and storekeepers keeping the sidewalks clear, there really wasn’t much snow to be seen.
However, upon arriving in Ocean Grove, we entered a white world. Snow was still on the lawns and piles from the snow plows were 2 ft frozen walls. Since we hadn’t been there in a couple of weeks, the snow on our sidewalk and walkways was frozen. There was ice on the front porch and the steps, the bird feeder was empty and there was snow in the seed tray, 3 stripped corn cobs hung like a three-armed scarecrow. It was a bit dismal and the thought of the shoveling and chopping still lay ahead.
Snow, which may be the curse of the homeowner does not bode so ill for others. Out in Colorado where they have had snow for months already, celebrates the condition with a festival of snow and ice sculptures. I have posted many of the entries previously and this is the last of those amazing works of art.