It even snowed here in Massachusetts. When I woke up, the yard was blanketed in solid white. Didn't last very long, though.
My college roommate has lived in Jackson Hole for 50+ years. We're in touch frequently. Snow long after the welcome mat is his recurrent theme this spring - to the effect that April seems the cruelest month. He spent two months (mid-Dec to mid-Feb) in Florida, perhaps an observation on ‘been there, done that’. Skin thins!
The erie green light might have been a flasher on the big shaggy dog's collar, one that might have escaped from the yard? Our Willow goes out with a flasher when dark. But she has a snowball's chance in hell of following you:-). Speaking of hell, could that be what "I don't want to see summer" is implying?
Come to NH: the new license plate: "No fire, no flood, no tornadoes, plenty of trees for shade". Gone is the simplicity of "Live free or die".
Bl, April is dead on the cruelest month in Wyoming--for sure.
I went back today to the scene where I was chased by the green lit Martian/hound, and close by there were distinct , unmistakable impressions in the snow, corresponding to the shape and dimensions of some alien spacecraft from the red planet.
I hope you're joking about the license plate. Please tell me you're joking. Otherwise this latest news plus the ongoing daily onslaught of presidential inanity is surely a sign that the End Times are at hand.
Forecast is for five inches here tonight. I'll keep an eye out for alien landing spots.
The martian dog reminds me of some other alien life forms I encountered, some 35 years ago. Fanatic and I were running the 80-mile South Downs Way event in England, a race that went across the high bluffs of southern England, dropping down about every 5 miles to meet a NS road along where a stream had carved out a valley. The race course covered well worn hiking paths, lesser paths across large fields, the occasional bit of pavement, and came with a booklet of instructions about where to find a gate to get through to the next section and that sort of thing. Late in the race we had been on our feet for 12 hours or so, and getting a bit foggy in our usual precise alertness. Crossing one of the fields we saw in the beams of our headlamps the unmistakable odd shapes of some alien beings, white oddly shaped creatures moving around. That we might run into alien beings there was disturbing, but didn't seem impossible at the time. Anyway, the truth was revealed when they got close enough. They were black and white cows, cleverly disguised in the darkness.
I remember it being a relief to find out they were not martians. They probably thought we were martians, too! Headlamps and all, shuffling through their field in the dark.
In the UK, people and livestock cross paths a lot given the access the public has to private land. Beth did the West Highland Way in '99 while I participated in the Highland '99 O meet. She had a small tent and night was awakened by heavy breathing not 2' away, she reckons. There were merely curious cows just outside but on the other side of a so-so fence. Near Glasgow, I was running in a pasture with a red sweatshirt, oblivious of any issue that that might cause until I ran across a bull's paddock. I got out of there fast. As a non-farm person, I was unsuspecting. In America, we don't run across a farmer's land. And maybe good chance of getting shot in some western states...
Cattle can't see red. And a lot of the places (but not all) where cattle graze out west is not privately owned.