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All that Snow

Lynn has asked to see more photos of all of our snow. Well, I hate to disappoint, but after a week of occasional rain and temperatures in the 40s and 50s, here is what's left:

Actually, this picture is from yesterday morning, so right this very minute, all that is left is a puddle on my glass-top table. There are still piles of snow around town where it had been plowed up, but we're mostly green grass and muddy fields now. We are also full to the brim with swollen creeks and rivers.

Small Town has a dam that was built in 1936 by the US Army Corps of engineers, and it's being watched closely to make sure the river doesn't get too far away from where it belongs. There was a devastating flood in 1913 that caused a lot of damage in Small Town. This old dam, in need of reburbishing, assures that won't happen again, or at least we like to think it does.

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Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
soon when the weather is warmer I'll be by with my bathing trunks ready to jump in that there swimming pool of yours. ;))
6:06 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
I hope it works, Robyn. Thank you for showing the snow again. It's always sad when the snow disappears, all those snowmen just melting away... ah. It still looks pretty though there and you have a lovely garden. You could make a very tiny snowman.
6:39 PM
dive said…
I'm glad spring is finally heading your way, Robyn.
I love that dam! It looks cool, the way it has weathered in to the landscape.
But most of all I couldn't help but notice what looks to be a cross between a director's chair and a rocking chair on your patio.
I WAAAAANT ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!
6:23 AM
Utsav said…
Nice patio, now that I can actually see it. It's so hot here in the tropics it's hard to imagine there's snow elsewhere in the world. Thankfully it rained today and it's a lot cooler now.
1:41 PM
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