Walda, My Apologies!

Yesterday morning I left our house about 5:30 a.m. It was dark. It was cold! The roads were snow-packed and icy. In fact, the Interstate heading into town was closed because it was too treacherous.  My sweet husband let me take his vehicle truck (he likes us to call it a truck although it is a petite small SUV) because it has 4-wheel drive and my car does not. I was very grateful. There were some really high piles of snow and I was afraid I would get high-centered. Isn't he a great guy?

Anyhoo... when I came home last evening the sky was bright and everything was wet. I enjoyed watching cars spraying high walls of water on each other. It looked so cool! There was water everywhere! It was a different world than I'd seen at 5:30 a.m.  Since we are in a drought, I felt gratitude for all the moisture!  That is when I realized I owed Walda an apology. I treated her as an unwelcome guest when she was just bringing us water, fresh water! Sorry, Walda! My apologies for not giving you more respect when you were here.

Walda, You've Worn Out Your Welcome!

These photos were taken when I returned home from work last night. 

I had been working indoors for 11 hours, spending the afternoon in a windowless room. 

I had thought Walda was supposed to have moved on by then but it was still snowing!

The roads were getting treacherous and the sky still looked heavy. 

I thought our mailbox looked kind of cool, though.

You people who live East of Wyoming... look out!

Walda is a troublesome guest and she's heading your way.

I won't be sad to see her go.