The winter schedule where Attila works has come to an end. This means that he will work longer hours until the snow returns next autumn. This weekend was our last opportunity, until well into April, to visit the little house in the city. Friday we prepared the country house with three full firings in the masonry heater, to carry the heating system through until our return Sunday night. When we left it was about 34 degrees in the living area, and Mist was seeking a cool place to sleep at the periphery of the room, near the exterior walls and windows.
The drive down was uneventful, the roads clear and dry, the sky cloudy, dark descending slowly. How wonderful it was to watch the ice and snow, the roadside mountains of white, shrinking by the mile; winter further loosing its grip with each passing mile.
We arrived to a clear dry driveway, drove right in, parked and unloaded the car. There were no unpleasant surprises in the house, all was as we left it last.
Saturday we spent shopping in the nearby city, restoring our supplies, taking our list to stores that we haven’t been able to visit since last November.
Terra and Lares dropped by for a visit in the afternoon. They had spent the morning starting their seeds indoors, and planned on tackling the dismantling of the ancient and unsalvageable chicken coup at the back of their property.
Sunday morning was a surprise. We awoke to steely, dark grey skies and significant snow fall and accumulation. Apparently winter crept stealthily after us, down the road and across the many miles, to take us by surprise Sunday morning. The weather system came up from the south, not finding its way to our country house in the north.
Terra and Lares had to alter their plans due to the snow. Instead of demolishing the chicken coop, they tore two layers of carpet from the stairs leading the second storey of their house, and removed most of the glued on underlay as well. It is looking good!
The snow at the little house in the city would soon depart, we knew that even as it fell on Sunday morning. The snow at the country house will linger for many weeks, possibly into the month of May this year. That is my prediction; I am keeping my expectations low, and hoping that my predictions prove to be outrageously pessimistic.
Our drive home began with browns and blacks and grey skies, slowly evolving into white and white and eggshell blue skies. The roads were dry. As we neared home I looked out across a frozen lake, to see a pickup truck with three people standing in the back, towing a huge fishing hut across the ice. The deadline to remove the fishing huts from the ice is March 31, tomorrow. Soon warmer weather will be here!
The temperature inside the country house, when we arrived back, was 17C! The last firing was at 3 p.m. on Friday last; the masonry heater then kept the house comfortably warm from Friday afternoon to Sunday evening. Although there is still snow everywhere we look, piled high, stretching endlessly into the distance, even though it seems like nothing has changed, it has, it has changed. We can leave the house and the pipes will not freeze, the electric bills will not soar through the ceiling, and Mist will be a calm cat when we arrive home, happy just to have her bowl of fresh milk and good brushing.
Oh happy day!!!!
Date: 8:00 PM EDT Sunday 30 March 2014
Pressure: 101.8 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Wind: W 11 km/h
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1905 – 1984