Morning Cup Of Coffee And Weather

Tour 931 said:
I’m having my morning coffee and I see this guy out the window. I watched him for about ten minutes before he flew off.
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We never get tired of watching those magnificent birds. We have a couple of dead trees along our shoreline that we have left standing because they are a favorite perch for the local eagles when they are fishing.
In the summer when the surrounding trees have leafed out, we don't see too much of them, but this time in the fall, and in the spring before the foliage has formed, they are a real treat to watch!
Here's mama teaching her young'uns her spring ice fishing technique.:)
 

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I don't get too many of those in the 'burbs.

I probably could go back a year and see the same post from me --- I hate cold!!
 
Tour 931 said:
I love the snow and cold down to the teens. It’s the minus thirties with twenty mile an hour wind that I can do without.
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Me sitting in an easy chair, or a comfortable Greene & Greene, fitting in perfectly with the rest of the decor. A low crackle from the fireplace that smells like hickory. A heavy pour of something from Islay, tasting of peat and campfires. A Missouri Meerschaum glowing with Petersons Nightcap, the smoke curling up into rafters. The air kissed with the smells of Christmas. Through the big picture window, fresh snow spread across a field, with the red barn glowing against it, two horse standing in white. Finish the setting with a turkey roasting in the oven.

That’s what I dream of.

Then I wake up to the distant rumble of the first salt truck at 3 a.m., spraying that molasses brine. Watch my fenders bubble by St Valentine’s Day and every creek turn the color of rust by March. Billions spent so some highway superintendent can keep his budget line item alive.
 
Sweeney said:
Me sitting in an easy chair, or a comfortable Greene & Greene, fitting in perfectly with the rest of the decor. A low crackle from the fireplace that smells like hickory. A heavy pour of something from Islay, tasting of peat and campfires. A Missouri Meerschaum glowing with Petersons Nightcap, the smoke curling up into rafters. The air kissed with the smells of Christmas. Through the big picture window, fresh snow spread across a field, with the red barn glowing against it, two horse standing in white. Finish the setting with a turkey roasting in the oven.

That’s what I dream of.

Then I wake up to the distant rumble of the first salt truck at 3 a.m., spraying that molasses brine. Watch my fenders bubble by St Valentine’s Day and every creek turn the color of rust by March. Billions spent so some highway superintendent can keep his budget line item alive.
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Poetic!
 
Ken & Peggy said:
The 1st Winter Storm Warning is here, forecasting 12-18" in places. Which means we'll likely get 2-3"...

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Just a coating to an inch here. Which likely means 12-18" LOL!!!

I envy meteorologists. The only job I know of where errors are expected!

We'll be back in the mid-high fifties on Thursday --- this little snap is just a reminder of what is to come. I"m not complaining too much, I have a LARGE yellowjacket infestation in my front yard -- they found a hole where a tree once stood. I have been battling them all summer with my favorite (dawn and water) -- and I thought I had them -- but apparenlty not, Perhaps the larvae hatched and restarted? Not sure. I know honeybee behavior but not so much hostile invaders of yellowjackets.

Today I resorted to chemistry -- permethrin. Hopefully that takes the starch out of 'em.
 
Sweeney said:
Just a coating to an inch here. Which likely means 12-18" LOL!!!

I envy meteorologists. The only job I know of where errors are expected!

We'll be back in the mid-high fifties on Thursday --- this little snap is just a reminder of what is to come. I"m not complaining too much, I have a LARGE yellowjacket infestation in my front yard -- they found a hole where a tree once stood. I have been battling them all summer with my favorite (dawn and water) -- and I thought I had them -- but apparenlty not, Perhaps the larvae hatched and restarted? Not sure. I know honeybee behavior but not so much hostile invaders of yellowjackets.

Today I resorted to chemistry -- permethrin. Hopefully that takes the starch out of 'em.
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Hate those meat hornets...
right after dammit fire ants the worst...

Maybe -
Try art sculpting?

Or "not-a-flame thrower..."
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TheSongDogHouse said:
Hate those meat hornets...
right after dammit fire ants the worst...

Maybe -
Try art sculpting?

Or "not-a-flame thrower..."
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I've seen this aluminum thing --- have ot admit I've though of it :)

We got a couple inches of the white stuff -- enough to cover the grass, and surprisingly its "sticking" -- I expected the warm ground to melt it by noon -- guess not! Air temperatures are still below freezing and its cloudy...so it will probably be here for a day or two.

But I did an old farmers trick - see what happens. I plant a tree there next summer anyway. There used to be about a 30 foot tall tupip poplar there -- but it fell years ago, before we bought the house --- the 'root ball' is now rotting causing that area to collapse on itself. Just one more thing
 
Warren Mary Ellen said:
Wind chill in the teens, not sure I can remember that low in mid November. Snow flurries this afternoon.

2 more practices & the State Cross Country meet on Friday. Then I get some time off from coaching for a short time.
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21 when I rolled out this morning, pushing 29 now—39 high if the weatherman’s feeling generous. I’m done with winter already. Especially after wrestling a hot water heater yesterday, where it fought like it owed me money. I won.

<here comes the exercise in creative writing that is based on my childhood accurately>

But this cold in mid-November? Oh yah, though not so much recently.

I was five, maybe six. South Bend, Indiana in the heart of the Polish-Hungarian ghetto. Stores with names like "Kolacz Brothers", "Jaworski's Market", "Pejza's Taven", and "Nagy's Place" all built in and near rows of little tar-shingled boxes that marched down each block in the neighborhood, every yard with Gardens, lilacs or grape arbors. Air smelled like jelly in summer, lilac in spring, and every Thanksgiving, turkey roasting slow in Grandma’s oven. She only cooked a bird once a year. Christmas meant roast beef, Easter ham. November? Snow on the ground, guaranteed.

The smell of overcooked turkey filled the air as I’d stomp in wearing a puffy snowsuit, moon boots lined with bread bags (still don’t know how that was supposed to keep anything dry), and those cursed mittens clipped to my sleeves. Six inches of snow felt like the Himalayas to a kindergartner.

This was the corner of Dubail and South Bend Avenue—right where Studebaker, Oliver, and the South Bend Lathe works were coughing their last. Train whistles, semi rumble, the metal recycler’s shriek.

A Christmas Story is set in the ’40s, but I lived the echo in the early ’70s. Rust Belt, Lake Michigan wind, same grit. Snow in November wasn’t weird. It was just Thursday.
 
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