April in New England. What can I say to describe it? Traitorous, trickster, jokester, or just can’t make up its mind. On April 1st, I remember we had a sudden storm, over a foot in one whack during the night, high winds, and really frigid temperatures.
Many roads were closed, power was out and I was one of the few on my block who stayed in my home because I had a wood stove. Not a quarter of a mile from me a gigantic tree had toppled over the main road and it took crews almost an entire day to clear it.
We had four young children who loved the three or so days of no school, but my wife and I rather dourly heated wood for washing and laundry on the wood stove. After the power was restored, we appreciated our washer and dryer much more.
What does this have to do with early morning routines? Well, in April, the old rubric about New England weather is especially true: If you don’t like it, stick around, it’s going to change. This means that if it’s forecast to be 65 (f) and with a light breeze, I am out cleaning and prepping in the garden. Shaving can wait till noon…when it turns traitor, jokester, or trickster and starts hailing, snowing, or sleeting.
Yes. I love New England, but I don’t trust the weather! Trust me!
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Funny, we say the same thing here in Colorado…
“Don’t trust the weather” is a good rule of thumb in many places I have lived. It’s a good rule for anyone in the wilderness, backpacking, camping or hiking, fishing, on a boat, swimming, and especially when exploring dry creek beds and dry canals in LA. It’s probably a good idea to use that rule when traveling too. It’s a good rule for people deciding which kind of home insurance to get, and what specs to use for construction. In fact… heh heh
True. Each place will have its peculiarities.
It is same in here too dear Lou, We are in up and down temperatures, even in a short times. Thank you, have a nice day, Love, nia
Oh my goodness, you’re still covered in snow? 😵💫
It was an old photo, just chosen for effect!
Oh, I see! I wondered if you lived in Narnia, always winter but never Christmas!
The cats wouldn’t put up with no Christmas the dog, and those two would revolt. What! No new toys, no christmas tree to play under.
My first knee replacement surgery was postponed from December 2023 to the first week of April 2024. I was devastated but thought, “Well, if you have to navigate on one leg, it is better in April when there’s no snow.” Ahahahahahaha. I had to be at the hospital before the sun even rose, and New Hampshire weather decided to dump a blizzard on us. The streets weren’t plowed. The woman I hired to take me to the hospital was not thrilled (and I white-knuckled that ride more than I did the surgery!). Ah, yes. Spring in New England. 🙂
When I lived on the coast of Maine we feared the periodic ice storms worse than the snow. You have to love it to stay.
Sounds a lot like the weather I remember growing up in Buffalo