SNOWS-tiddely-pom,
The more it
GOES-tiddely-pom
The more it
GOES-tiddely-pom
On
Snowing
And nobody
KNOWS-tiddely-pom,
How cold my
TOES-tiddely-pom
How cold my
TOES-tiddely-pom
Are Growing.
Winnie the Pooh of course sang this catchy tune, written by his creater A.A Milne. The little ditty/poem ran through my head continuously today.
When it rains, it poors. When it snows, it......snows really really hard. It is not that it came early, as the prolonged dry and relatively mild autumn has been enjoyable. As of yesterday, kids were riding bikes and kicking goals on the football ground. Usually, the snow arrives at some stage in October and then retreats again, before settling in for the winter season from November to April. Last night and today, it tumbled down at a massive rate for hours and hours.
The chaos created by the sudden infestation of snow was widespread and tragic. Hanging summer flowers were swamped by the white stuff. Outdoor furniture was soaked in the heavy fall and almost disappeared in the knee high snow. Many were caught srambling to the garage in search of shovels, scrapers and brushes to release the car from the sudden onset of wintery wickedness. It was a constant scene of local Øksfjordians that had been hit unprepared. It was like a switch had been pushed from autumn to winter as the transition was performed almost instananeously.
Cars were fighting their way through the fluffy slush, with many not making it up the slippery hill. Those who finished working in the afternoon were shocked to find their vehicles buried under a car shaped pile of snow. Pedestrians were also performing their best Bambi inpersonations as the health centre prepares for the boken bone season. Being graceful is very hard to do on a day like today.
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