Things Left Under The Snow

Thanks for the robust conversation yesterday. Obviously a snow day is good for at least one indoor activity – reading and posting comments on blogs!

Barbara in Robbinsdale sent this picture yesterday. It combines two recent themes – ladders and snow. (A terribly dangerous combination, Bathtub Safety Officer Rafferty would say.) It took this recent sequence of posts to open tim’s eyes to how rich he is in ladderage. Yesterday he reported owning two 8 foot ladders, a 16 footer, two 24 footers, a 36, and a 46. That’s 138 feet of ladders, or 46 yards, stretching about halfway down a football field, if you laid them end-to-end. But it would be crazy to do that. They’d be covered up with snow, and the football players would trip over them.

I found myself wishing I had put up Christmas lights and taken down birdbaths and the sundial while I watched the flakes swirl. The Twin Cities forecast includes temperatures above freezing every day for the next week, so there will be melting and a second chance to bring stuff inside.

What treasures did you leave under the snow?

29 thoughts on “Things Left Under The Snow”

  1. I suspect there may be a hand tool or two out there – and probably won’t find out until I need whatever it is. My fault for not taking a second pass at the Clubhouse Construction Zone in the daylight before the snow.

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    1. I think the Clubhouse Construction Zone is free of tools, but apparently I left part of my car somewhere in the ice and snow on Penn Ave. yesterday. The plastic bit that sits inside the wheel well of my car is now hanging down and scraping on the road (and I think a belt inside the engine compartment), and it’s making an awful noise. Thankfully my mechanic is only a couple blocks away, so that’s my first stop tomorrow (can’t get the car up high enough on my own to yank it out myself).

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  2. my naivete and some part of my right hip, be it bone, muscle or tendon.
    Babysitting an hour west all day today. We will have much fun. Hope you all do too.

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  3. Although the highest part of my roof is about 18 feet high, I used to be terrified as I dealt with ladders to put Christmas lights on my home. I have a system for that now: I leave the lights up all year. During spring, summer and fall the lights are hidden by the vines that spread like a computer virus all over my home. When the leaves come down, it is getting time to plug in my lights! This is very clever or disgustingly slothful, and I don’t care which describes it best for you. 🙂

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  4. Greetings! I think a couple hoses and a grill are still out there — not sure now.

    Tim – I saw a late post yesterday from you about an IT position for Jim. That would be awesome, but I’m not sure he’s qualified as an IT person. He’s certainly extremely good with many aspects of computers and learns quickly, but he’s not recently trained or certified. If that’s not an issue, then please get in touch with me at jmjensen(at)izoom.net — thanks!

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  5. Good morning “treasure” hunters,

    The “treasures” that I have hidden under the snow are mostly not really treasures. I am thinking about my half finished efforts at cleaning up my gardens. It would be okay, as far as I’m concerned, if the snow covering my gardens didn’t melt and reveal all the debris that I didn’t clean up. I always think that the trash left in the garden is okay because it provides some cover for wild life and protects the soil. Unfortunately, everyone else in my neighborhood likes to clean up their gardens leaving no debris. Thus, I don’t want the snow to melt and uncover what my nieghbors probably think is a mess.

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    1. garrisons norwegian bachelor farmers hid all their sins under the snow. me too .but better this year than most . black plastic tarp i cleaned up the leaves with ,3 trays of perennials to be planted the break in the winter this week should allow me to get them in the ground. i may try to get the lights up but lets not get carried away with this reprieve. maybe i will be able to be happy with what i have done so far an be happy with that.

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      1. Wellies, I think, are tall rubber boots, Wellingtons — English, found in stories like Pooh and Paddington.

        My experience with dog poop, which is admittedly limited, is that once it’s frozen all winter, it loses most of its smell. You really don’t want to know how I know this.

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  6. I’ve the usual things: garden hoses, air mattresses & other assorted blow-up toys, and my leaf blower. The most troublesome of all are several piles of leaves which are about 3 feet high. I so agree with the poster who appreciates having all this junk covered up the whole winter! I’ve always valued this aspect of our seasonal changes. At least we all have a months-long reprieve from tending to plant life, mowing and watering flowers?

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    1. Just thinking here……I’ve also left the most beautiful season of the year which, for me, was the most painful summer of my life. It was the first time I could only watch it from a hospital or nursing home window, wondering if there would even be another summer for me. I’m still wondering but hopeful.

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      1. Nancy, I think that before long many of us will be ready for summer to return. I especially hope that you will see the return of summer without the kind of summer that you had this year.

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  7. I don’t understand why there’s no “Reply” tab beneath most posts responding to mine, but I do want to say thank you for your words, Jim. It’s funny how the change of seasons annually open up changes in mood & activities?

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    1. Nancy – each main post only seems to allow two layers of replies to replies — otherwise it would be too much, I guess.

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      1. joanne, i believe in fact, it has to do with purity. if you are not pure then you are not worthy of having a reply after your entry. i always know if i am worthy or not by looking after my entry to see if it allows a reply. it gives me something to shoot for.

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  8. Wow, thanks for posting my photo, Dale! Our internet was down all day, but now we’re connected again. I don’t know what’s under all that snow, because it’s under all that snow! G’nite, all.

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