Saturday, February 23, 2013

2013 - Frosty February

 Hydrangea memories; beautiful even in winter
By now I think it's been well established that winter has not become obsolete, yet.  There's been anywhere from a dusting of snow to drifts of three feet on the ground all month and ice fisherman have even been spotted on the ponds again.  As soon as the last storm's deposit gets dirty, there's a fresh cover to tidy things up.  Meanwhile, Eastham's Wild Care Center is caring for many of the avian victims that found themselves beached or wandering around in parking lots after Snowstorm #2, which apparently did not rate a name from the Weather Channel this time.  Their current patients include a peregrine falcon and two Atlantic puffins, which is a rare occurrence in this neighborhood.  Our Governor Duval has raised the suggestion of comparing the cost of burying power lines vs. the cost of restoring power from an increasing number of "super-storms", and it's becoming a popular subject in the papers.  In fact, so many residents on the Cape have lost power this winter, there was a cooking column in the Cape Codder about how to cook a roast in your fireplace.  All through New England, towns are lamenting the depletion of their snow plowing funds, but if one looks in the gardens during the brief thaws, daffodil shoots are fearlessly peeking through and waiting for their cue to take their marks on center stage.  It's an annual hurry-up-and-wait process and a little reminder that nothing is forever, including a frosty February.  
Late night deer party outside the bedroom window.
Just as it happened for us last winter right after the holidays, early birds are avidly booking summer vacations.  If this month is any indication for us, it's going to be another busy year.  It's the first time we've ever had to turn anyone away in February for a date in July because it was already full.  WeNeed aVacation.com is also expressing cautious optimism for the 2013 rental season, confirming that early bookings for vacation rental homes on the Cape and Islands is up over 16% over the same period last year.  Our beaches may have been rearranged a little since last summer, but that's just part of Mother Nature's best show on earth. 
Wind tracks in the snow
When I first met our fisherman friend, Ray, I quickly found out that one of his favorite ways to entertain himself was to see if he could convince us to believe a totally bogus story that he'd made up.  So sometimes it's difficult to tell when he's telling the truth, like the day before he was leaving to visit his daughter in Germany and he got a friend to call us to say that his boat sank and he needed a hand.  We were sure he was just pulling another fast one, but it actually did turn out to be true.  And, I thought it was just another fish tale when he told us that his favorite meal was cod cheeks.  Yeah, sure, Ray, you love to eat fish faces.  Well, I can now sheepishly confirm that we've since been treated to cod cheeks and that they do exist and are indeed delicious.  And, so are fish napes, but unless you're a fisherman, or know one, you'll probably never see them.  It's not worth it to the fish markets to pay a cutter for the time it takes to cut out those parts so they're usually thrown away with the heads. Once again, lucky us, and sorry for doubting you, Ray.

That's Ray on the right when bass fishing was at its peak in the '80's

I've recently become aware of a wonderful health care opportunity in our area called Community Acupuncture.  It's not a new concept, but this particular office in the town of Dennis was only the fourth one to open in this country.  As the name suggests, treatment is done on several clients at once in a common room, as it was first done in China, and advertising is done only by word of mouth, allowing the practitioner to charge much more affordable sliding scale rates.  Because of that factor, I decided to try it as an alternative to a cortisone shot for a recent shoulder injury.  The experience has been totally pleasant and impressive and seems to have really jump-started the healing process.  Click on the following link if you'd like to read an informative story by the Cape Cod Times about acupuncture and Diana's clinic: 

 http://www.capecodonline.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080110/LIFE/801100301

From the Cape Cod Times - Diana DiGioia 
One of the amusements for me living in this neck of the woods is the unmistakable regional accent that turns words like 'party' into 'potty'.  Though the ear gets used to the Northern inflections, a particularly thick, northern patois still reminds me that I'm not in Virginia anymore.  Everyone's heard "pahk the cah in Hahvud Yahd", but I'm starting a collection dubbed 'Yankee Doodlisms'.  Some samples:

fenda-benda:  when two cars get in a little accident 

oystuh-crackas:  the tiny, round crunchy things you get when you order chowdah

winta-weathuh:  ice and snow  

You get the idea. 
Keeping cozy
If February's not your favorite month, congratulations on weathering another one and if blizzards are not your idea of fun, you're over the hump.   








Thursday, February 14, 2013

2013 - It's a Blizz-icane, it's a Snow-nado, it's NEMO!


February 8-9, 2013
Meteorologists, which is a title we allow weathermen when their predictions have been spot on, called the Blizzard of 2013 pretty accurately.  It was spawned by two lesser storms that met for a tryst over New England and begat a super-storm unofficially named by the Weather Channel as Nemo.  
BEFORE - Sideways slush at Fort Hill 
It teased Cape Cod all of Friday with increasingly wet snow showers which turned into a couple of inches of ice until a colder front blasted through late at night with hurricane force winds and white-out snow.  

...and stand on your head?
It continued to snow and blow all through the following day bringing an accumulation of between three inches and three feet depending on what part  of the drift you were measuring.  


The show included wind-whipped snow-cyclones whirling along open expanses and thunder snow with winds that literally shivered our timbers, sent anything not secured flying and gobbled up big portions of our beaches.  
Hang on, Claudia!
With great advance warning, we were all able to take precautions and settle in to ride it out, honoring the 24-hour no-driving ban, a first in my experience.  
The rose bushes outside our kitchen window are always a popular port in a storm.
75% of the Cape lost power, but we're convinced that because we now have an automatic generator, our neighborhood was spared loss of power through sheer irony.  Even so, we can't do anything about losing cable, so we take our television and internet break along with everyone else and watch our bird channel.  
Suet saves the day
How does one spend a Super-Storm Saturday?  Although the winds made visibility and going very far an impossibility, playing in the snow and shooting pictures is always a must for me.  Ron preferred to nest with the cats and a book. 
Love those bluebirds
 One of our precautions was to fill all the bird feeders and we've certainly earned their gratitude in great numbers. 

 Following snow time, it seemed a good day to make some kitchen magic with leftovers from the fridge and the kale and potatoes our neighbor dropped by.  A little of this and that soon made a delicious pot of soup.  Then, more snow time, digging a path to the gate and through the drift that buried it and trying out some boots which sadly failed the waterproof test and cut my walk short.  
Tunnel to freedom
A hot shower and then a hot latte, provided by my Super-hot hubby, finished the afternoon as we thumbed through the Cape Codder Weekly news that had just made it to the mailbox before Nemo did.  Evening brought quieting winds, although the snow continued to swirl with the last bit of energy left.

Sunday lived up to its name and we were wakened by the blinding brightness only full sun on snow can create.  Cats fed.  Birds fed.  Lattes consumed.  Then back to shoveling the car out so we can check on the beaches.  
AFTER - Nauset Light Beach
We'd already heard that the steps to the beach at Nauset Light had been washed away for the second time in two years and an old peat bog had been uncovered at Coast Guard Beach.  
Shades of the past unearthed on Coast Guard Beach
A trip up Fort Hill provided a view of the waves breaking beyond the outer dunes that seem much clearer than before suggesting either less dunes, higher waves, or possibly both?  A few more storms and we may have our harbor again.  
AFTER-a little less dune, a lot more view on Fort Hill
The First Encounter Beach parking lot on the Bay was inundated with sand, debris and lumber that was said to be from some former beach houses in Plymouth which were remodeled by the high tide.  But even in February, there is ALWAYS someone on the water.
What storm?
We haven't heard of anything that came close to the devastation that the Jersey Coast suffered months ago and except for the people last to get their power, I think the overall feeling is that we've successfully weathered another one.  The Parks Department has promised to restore the beaches before tourist season, but will let them be for the time being in case any more tough guy storms decide to visit.
Thanks for all the emails and phone calls.  We're safe and expecting full house in the B&B this weekend . 
a frozen neighbor with a green mohawk