Nearly six feet of snow fell at my South Buffalo home between January 13 and 19. It was a week of shoveling and little else as my world was reduced to my driveway, my house, and a view of my across-the-street West Seneca neighbors. I did feel extremely fortunate to have a warm and cozy place to call home. But I dearly missed my daily walks in Cazenovia Park and the freedom of driving to Wegmans, Office Depot, or wherever whenever I wanted.
[View from my front porch door 01/19/2024.]
[My back yard bird bath 01/15/2024.]
[Feathered friends at my window feeder 01/16/24.]
Mountains of snow and buried cars were eventually removed from nearby streets by the end of the day Saturday, January 20. The next morning the wind chill was a bone-chilling one degree Fahrenheit when crawled out of bed at 8 AM. I impatiently waited a few hours and, seeing that it had warmed to 10 degrees and a “feels like” temperature of zero, I bundled up and headed out my door to walk five blocks to Cazenovia Park.
I wasn’t disappointed. The contrast between the stunning azure skies and the pure white fields and hills (with crisscrossing boot prints and signs of sled tracks), snow-covered picnic tables and bleachers, and suddenly iced-over Caz Creek, was a joy to see and experience after a week of shoveling and “cabin fever.”
I’m not certain if the team of Olmsted landscape architects had South Buffalo winters in mind when they designed Cazenovia Park, but I’m pleased that this four-season gem adorns and defines my neighborhood.
With All Due Respect,
Art Giacalone
With All Due Respect 