Now that the roof is on the shed and the leaves are raked, we are almost ready for whatever Mother Nature has to throw at us in the form of precipitation.
It was just in the nick of time, too.
A few days after the last shingle was nailed in the roof, we had our first taste of winter. Although the snow came down in big fluffy flakes, only about an inch stayed on the ground, and even that didn’t stay around for too long, which is a good thing since I still haven’t put away the furniture cushions on the deck yet.
I’m either procrastinating or testing how far I can push the weather gods on holding out on the white stuff.
Some from column A, and some from Column B.
And speaking of the white stuff, we had more of it on Saturday, but not in the form you would think.
This, my friends, is the remnants of the thunderstorm that we had Saturday morning (yes, it’s November in the Northwoods and it was warm enough for a thunderstorm. No global warming here). As I drove into town I came across areas that received so much hail that it looked like snow covering the road.
Let me just add a little public service announcement here: Do not take pictures with your cell phone while you are traveling down the road at 45 miles per hour on a potentially icy surface that is covered with frozen droplets of water.
Don’t worry, I didn’t have an accident, but in hindsight it probably wasn’t one of the smartest things to do. At least I wasn’t texting. I waited until I was safely parked to do that.