The snow kept piling on and on. The piles made by the snow plows went higher and higher. We thought we’d be buried in a glacier until uncovered by shocked archaeologists refusing to believe it as the evidence falsified everything they held dear.
That’s when spring came. That’s when we could credibly whine about global warming again. That’s when the snow melted.
As it did things we couldn’t find reappeared. All of this uncovered evidence falsified explanations we cherished about what happened to that missing stuff only a fool would have left outside.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields offers the photo below by Dale Rogerson as the prompt for this week’s Friday Fictioneers.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
Ha Ha. I was always amazed what I would find in my yard when the snow melted in Syracuse NY. 🙂
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I remember leaving things out I wish I hadn’t when living in Indiana and Maine. Thank you, Michael!
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So that’s where it was! I’m not one for listening to experts, que sera, sera!
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Sometimes they are not worth listening to. Thank you, Keith!
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Sometimes things appear you know you didn’t leave there
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So true. When that happens I run to another explanation. Thank you, Neil!
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Nice whimsy, could be a fun game, waiting to see what appeared. Nicely done 🙂
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Thank you, Iain! Perhaps everything they lost? 🙂
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I once lost a pocketknife and found it the next spring when the snow melted. A bit rusty but not that bad. Like a treasure hunt every year. 🙂
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I remember finding garden tools I should have put away but completely forgot. I could still use them. Thank you, David!
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An ingenious take on the prompt.
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Thank you, Penny!
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So that’s we I left it!
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The spring thaw reveals all. Thank you, Danny!
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Nice surprise to find when the snow has melted
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Spring brings surprises. Thank you, Sally!
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Oh Frank, this did make me smile. We don’t get snow here but I’ve had some bad experiences with stuff left out in a hailstorm.
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I can imagine how much damage a hailstorm could cause. Thank you, Robbie!
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I lost a car once. I learned not to park on the street when the plows are coming.
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That must have cost something to find it again.
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Just an hour and some energy to dig it out.
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What is left behind when the snow melts
Well done
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Thank you, Laurie!
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Nicely told. I’ve not had this kind of experience in many years.
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I haven’t either, but then I’ve learned my lesson many times over. Thank you, Bill!
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🙂
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I am often amazed about what was left behind before the snows came!
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It all appears in the Spring. Thank you, Dale!
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That it does!
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It must be quite amazing to watch the world being buried under snow for months at a time. I haven’t even seen real snow – just a small drift of it once when I was travelling through the mountains. I like your ideas about archaeologists – very whimsical. And the excuses for things left outside – very human. Nice one.
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It probably didn’t snow that long, just a lot, enough to start unlikely speculations about getting totally buried. And then it began to thaw. Thank you, Margaret!
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We once made tunnels in the snow. I don’t think it’s snowed that much since!
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I don’t think I have ever seen that much snow, but the snow piles got high when I lived in Maine.
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