Triple D sounds like you had a tough week there bro. Hope you are doing better. This is only weather and your health is way more important. Keep up the good work and your outlooks looks about spot on.
Hoping for a maybe a few flakes in the air for a bit here tomorrow in Elkton, MD. Really getting spring fever so I'm hoping this pattern breaks in the next two weeks.
Tea Anyone?? Lets Party!!!
Looking forward to this warm up triple D. Also nice call on the heavy snows down your way. Virginia really cleaned up on that storm. It was a heart breaker where I"m at. Had a WSW for 4-6 and didn't see a flake. Win some ya lose some.
Hoping for some really good thunderstorms this year. I'm not wanting destruction but thunderstorms bring out the kid in me. I know you are a severe weather guy and wondering what you think may happen this spring/summer in comparison to last. Was pretty active last year. Derecho again??
I am reposting this from CWG. Might give a smile to us unlucky ones in the DC Area.
This poem was submitted in our comment section as yesterday’s Snowquester storm was winding down. It is brilliant, so I’ve chosen to republish it for all to see. My thanks to commenter “DC Rocks” for composing and submitting. - Jason Samenow, editor
Twas the night before Snowquester and all through the land,
the snow lovers were giddy and rubbing their hands.
Snowblowers and shovels were nestled in the garage,
snow was finally coming, this was not a mirage.
The children were ready for a day off of school
so they ignored their homework, their bedtimes and rules.
And I in my Mukluks and mamma in her Uggs
fretted a day cooped up with kids, best treated with drugs.
Four Aleve, One Xanax and two Ambiens ago,
I woke up at midnight and what do you know?
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tore open the shutters and broke the damn sash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
gave the lustre of mid-day to, wait...
It’s been two lonely years without my pale friend,
it’s been a long road but it’s back here again.
Overjoyed I high-fived a squirrel in a tree,
Did I take two Ambien, or was it actually three?
Asleep once again my worries melted away,
Snow had found us again and it was here to stay.
Filled with joy in the morning, our snow angst had parted,
there’s an inch on the ground, but it’s yet to get started!
The storm’s ramping up, there’s much more coming you see,
said my best friends in blogland.
Could it be, yes indeed, our snow desert would end,
exceeding two inches is a safe bet my friends.
I pored over maps, the dynamics were there,
it’s 38 down here but up there there’s cold air.
The rapidly falling precipitation would bring
a speedbump in our dismal, forced march into spring.
Alas as we waited, and waited some more,
rain’s all that was falling, promising snow nevermore.
With gloating flowing in from our friends in the west,
where the inches of powder were piling up best.
Sleds, boots and shovels sat waiting, the snow was no more,
you burned us again, damn I-95 corridor!
With heads down and tails tucked we gave up our fight,
Jim Cantore is gone, caught the 3:30 flight.
And I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he flew away from me,
Snow’s not your thing DC, but you got RGIII.
a 50 mile shift to the south i would be digging 13 inches out .... 3 inches is good enough for me ... but the shift of 50 miles is all it takes to get a forecast a bit off , not far but ... of coarse i did get the northern zones right but thats a concillation ...