Last spring I assured The Daughters that they’d never see another winter like the one we just had. It was indescribably brutal. Mother Nature has, of course, made a complete liar out of me. Once again, we are being hammered with storm after storm. Today and tomorrow is a hellish mix of rain, sleet, freezing rain and snow. I feel the punishment but I can’t connect the sin.
The New York Times always finds interesting and elegant ways to describe the storm du jour. This last winter blast was described as “…a giant white smudge over the Northeast on radar maps.” Sheer poetry!
Here are some pics. These were taken in Soho where my offices are. I was particularly struck by the contrast of the white branches against the red brick.
Average annual snowfall: 22 inches
Amount through the end of January: 56.1 inches
And we still have February and March to go! Sweet Mother of GOD!
Am I the only one who’s amazed that I can buy a banana—a tropical fruit—in the middle of Manhattan the day after a major blizzard? Ponder that for a moment. From a historical standpoint, it wasn’t that long ago that such a thing was unthinkable. The world has shrunk and we’re all better off for it, if you ask me.
Poor bicycle. Dead and buried. See you in June.