icing on the mudcake
Yesterday, it seemed like most of Nashville was captivated by the snow coming down. Two of the major winter sports here are (1) freaking out about the least little hint of snow and (2) making fun of (1). From the meteorology maven on my Twitter timeline:
Anyway, there was enough accumulation for the dog to leave multiple sets of tracks on the deck from her comings and goings. This morning, though, this was the view from my kitchen door:
In short, all that was left was icing on the mudcake:
(A slightly longer version: I was trying to figure out where to plant a hydrangea the BYM had received while he was in the hospital. Apparently gift hydrangeas are best regarded as a potted variety of cut flower, but I'm kind of stubborn [pauses to allow the peanut gallery its collective guffaw], so I was casting about our yard for somewhere with the part-shade, part-sun conditions hydrangeas reportedly thrive in. The middle of our yard is a mess [a legacy of -- well, that's an even longer story for some other time], and for some reason there has been a shallow, wide pot the size of a spare tire among the rocks and weeds. Last week I flipped it upside down to see if the ground underneath it might be planting-ready [though then the BYM vetoed putting the bush in the center of the yard]. Hence the big mud-cake.)
I have just been fired -- for cause -- by my bosses at the Milk & Wheat Overlord Conglomerate. For failure to incite a snowpanic.
— NashSevereWx (@NashSevereWx) 25 Novembre 2013Anyway, there was enough accumulation for the dog to leave multiple sets of tracks on the deck from her comings and goings. This morning, though, this was the view from my kitchen door:
In short, all that was left was icing on the mudcake:
(A slightly longer version: I was trying to figure out where to plant a hydrangea the BYM had received while he was in the hospital. Apparently gift hydrangeas are best regarded as a potted variety of cut flower, but I'm kind of stubborn [pauses to allow the peanut gallery its collective guffaw], so I was casting about our yard for somewhere with the part-shade, part-sun conditions hydrangeas reportedly thrive in. The middle of our yard is a mess [a legacy of -- well, that's an even longer story for some other time], and for some reason there has been a shallow, wide pot the size of a spare tire among the rocks and weeds. Last week I flipped it upside down to see if the ground underneath it might be planting-ready [though then the BYM vetoed putting the bush in the center of the yard]. Hence the big mud-cake.)