Oh boy do I feel silly. Here I was worried about the flowers and debating whether to put the plow on or not to put the plow on…
I woke up this morning to pine trees outside my bedroom window heavily draped in snow. Really pretty, right? What was varying shades of green yesterday was today completely devoid of color. I can appreciate that beauty and severe change even if at the end of April. So, I stepped outside and started taking pictures and noticed how everything seemed to be sweeping the ground. So pretty. And I wondered how something to strong and hard could bend what seemed to be so easily.
I started to walk my path in the woods, I immediately noticed I couldn’t get through. Almost like a Secret Garden, branches ladened with snow covered the opening, as if to say, “Do not enter.” So, I went around. I started to notice how deep my feet were sinking. More than I thought they would. As I got further along the path, I maneuvered around bending branch after bending branch and just barely escaping falling bombs of wet snow… almost as if they were trying to tell me something.
Finally I noticed the devastation around me. I began to see limb after broken limb and worse yet, entire trees on the ground. Sad really. It was then I heard the bending trees and falling clumps of snow saying, “Get out of here you idiot!” Or, it could have been the ominous cracking sound limbs and trees make before falling to the ground that did it. If you haven’t heard it, it’s a very strange sound. So the city girl ran out of the forest and came to the Four Diamond Acorn Inn.
As I drove into the Inn parking lot, I was quickly taken aback by how low the beautiful, blooming trees were hanging… actually laying in the dirt. A few large branches already broken and on the ground. I walked into the gardens and was shocked by how different it looked less than twelve hours ago. The only bit of comfort was that Robin, that’s the type of bird and her name as well, was sitting on her nest on the light fixture above the office door.
I walked around taking pictures and wondering how these plants would ever survive. What could I possibly do to help them. I put my camera down and started shaking limb after limb. As soon as I shook a little, the branches stood up. It’s difficult to explain, but I actually think they were trying to thank me for lifting their burden.
I had just finished and was admiring my cleverness when my contractor, Brian, shows up with a long pole. He’s come to shake the higher limbs. Brilliant!
But, it’s still snowing and hard. Clumps of snow continue to fall and leaves drip like rain. And, although it’s above freezing now… if it freezes tonight, we’ll be in trouble. It’s been over twenty years since the “great” Ice Storm in 1991, but folks here still remember. So far, I still have power. A lot of people lost power hours ago. But, rest assured, all should be back to normal and cleaned up before guests arrive on Thursday. The woods behind my house, well that will take a while. Thanks Steve for getting my chainsaw working again. I think I’ll be needing it.
Do I see bonfires in the future?
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Expecting a foot a snow in the Bristol Hills on Monday night. Where was it this past winter? I wonder what will happen to the gardens at the 1795 Acorn Inn? The poor tulips and bleeding hearts. I wish I could save them but I fear not. Of course, the weather forecasters always exaggerate. Hey, maybe I can go cross country skiing this year…
Debating whether to put the plow on. Still closed Monday through Wednesday for two more weeks so… no guests. I think not then.
Tori & Bob got engaged this weekend while staying in the Hotchkiss Room. Congratulations and best wishes to a lovely couple. Spring is most definitely in the air and Michael Buble is playing. Hmmm.