#515: Spring Equinox snow
We woke this morning to a magical snow:
Cisco Beach
Cisco Beach cliff,
quite a bit of erosion
from all the storms this winter.
Snow covered roofs, icicle sparkle
At first glance, a crashing wave
but it’s the grasses at the side of the road,
snow dusted.
Even in the snow, a true sign of Spring:
Political yard signs,
in all the languages Nantucket speaks.
Here’s hoping my son, Tobias,
gets elected this time.
#511: Winter Storm from the Tower
Here’s what a winter storm looks like from
Summer Street Church’s tower:
This picture’s enhanced,
even so, you can’t see the harbor at all.
If you want pictures of the flooding
go here.
Even red houses fade.
It’s not really snow,
more like slush,
falling from the sky.
Being driven almost horizontal
by the winds.
Whoosh!
Think I’ll climb down,
the tower’s shaking…
#506: Surfside Sunset Kiss
Sshhhhh.
The sun sets over Surfside
Laying down a blanket of snow
a kiss good-night
a soothing lullaby
Sweet dreams.
#504: Nemo on Nantucket
A blizzard piles up a bunch of snow:
Our front deck disappeared entirely.
Our trailblazer cat, Fluffy.
Yes, he really is that fat.
Not a bit intimidated by all that snow.
Patio picnics will have to wait.
The back door was shovelable, but icy.
In three days it’s gone from snow everywhere
to slush and ice, to scattered piles of snow.
I’m sure the aquifer did well in this storm.
Our lettuce bed yielded this tiny brassica.
A bit of gold in all the white.
I came into the dining room to find this poem,
by Becky:
See me and remember
the hot, hot sun
the touching breeze through
the grasses, between
petals, leaves
There is no hope like a flower.
#501: Nantucket’s Hobbit Houses
OK, not really hobbit houses
but sooooo close.
They are the Summer House Cottages
in Sconset.
Lace curtains,
properly starched and ironed.
Rooster jail.
I have known some roosters who needed to be jailed.
Bath house, where’s the soaking tub?
Table set for four.
Do come in, the gate is always open.
Nantucket’s version of Bagshot Row.
Pan is not pleased.
This is not his kind of weather.
Roses aren’t blooming,
the Gray Lady shows her true colors.
(click on the name to peek inside)
Ivy’s still green.
And the door is rose…
Hang in there, spring will come.
The angel still blesses,
even in the snow.
#498: Winter Excursion
David recently ran the 16 mile Boston Prep race in Derry, NH
Here he is before the race
And…go!
And I go off to buy chicken feed
and garden fencing at the Tractor Supply Company,
saving a couple hundred dollars over island prices.
It was 16 degrees out, I sure wasn’t going
to clap for two hours in that kind of cold.
16 miles later,
he rounds the corner to the finish line
High-five for my hero.
Chili and bread to refuel,
with five hundred plus other runners
in the local elementary school.
All happy and hungry.
Then a quiet visit to Robert Frost’s farm.
A runner takes the ‘less travelled by road‘
and it does indeed, ‘make all the difference’.
#497: Sunbow
My daughter spotted it first:
A rainbow all the way around the sun.
Oh, glory!
Fog over the cranberry bogs.
Joyous red in all the grey,
winter food for birds.
On the side of Milestone Road.
Standing sentinel
Fading in the distance
Reaching up in worship
Some worship alone
Three sisters sing together
A whole congregation of praise
Sankaty Light, shining in the darkness.
#493: Nantucket Snowy Sunrise
Because of wind and warmer winters
due to the ‘ocean effect’
Nantucket hardly ever gets snow that sticks.
So we get our pictures right away,
praising God for His artistic hand.
Surfside, almost dawn
Snack Bar and bike racks
American Elm by the high school,
cauliflower white
Sunrise behind the Old Mill
Blazing light beyond somber tombstones
Prospect Hill cemetery in pink
Squam Swamp,
the wind had already blown the snow from the branches
of the tupelos.
Pockmarking the snow on the ground
Trees wait, patiently.
#491: Snowy Doorways
Everything is so much lovelier when capped with snow.
Temporarily obsessed with Nantucket doorways:
A properly humble entry.
Steps come up from the side.
No devout Quaker would have
their steps leading straight in.
Imposing
And welcoming.
Love these colors,
And these.
You can tell the houses with negligent
caretakers as the wreaths stay up
way past Christmas.
Hospital Thrift Shop
The sign says ‘We love our volunteers’
No sailing today.
A noble door,
the gateway to knowledge.
Shoveled walk. The only one on Broad Street.
Stubbys stays open all winter.
As do the churches, only we meet downstairs
where it’s more cozy.
where it’s more cozy.
No need to shovel here, the snow will all have melted
by Sunday.
#490: Beyond Beautiful
And it did!
Nantucket is beyond beautiful in a fresh snowfall:
This is Summer Street Church’s tower.
I intended to go up in it to get a shot of town.
Sadly, I was driving the truck and my church key
is on the car’s key chain.
Still, a lovely sky beyond the tower.
Lower Main Street
Pine Street
Upper Main Street
Easy Street Basin
Freight Boat, morning run.
Look close.
And beyond.
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