Just Another Normal Disaster
Nature will do what she must.
Water Logged
This wasn’t a summer of sun. This was a summer of rain.
Distortion
Every storm seems to bring flooding rain. Every pest seems to threaten unimaginable devastation. Every bird, flower, and insect seems hurried
The Race is On
Spring’s hurrying to catch up Spring forever fascinates me with how quickly it colors the landscape. This year is no exception. In fact, since winter didn’t give up without a fight, life seems to be responding at a hurried rate. A quick, unscientific browse through my photo collection revealed that many shaded blooms are about…
Weather has no calendar.
One thing any true nature lover must do is accept whatever comes. A good reminder of this, on the first full day of spring, came as a blast of snow that moved up the eastern coast. At last measure, nine inches were laying outside my window. No daffodils. No crocuses. Just a deep pile a…
Vegetable Season Excitement
As the change of season nears, I share with you a graphic created by guest blogger Zero Cater, which I found on the Rodale Institute’s website.
Reforming the Ice
The exfoliated remains of Friday’s purge glistened from their scattered positions along the banks of both sides of the creek. Some were two to three inches thick; others seemed paper thin; into most were carved perfectly round bore holes. Meanwhile, with the sun-heated, mid-day temperature at just 20 degrees, the flowing creek was calmly laying…
Clearing the Ice
I just witnessed a dramatic scene. After a 50-degree increase in temperature followed by a heavy rain storm, the same creek bed that I could slide across on Monday shed its thick ice coat today, as I stood on the bank in awe. Eight-foot slabs floated freely down an already-melted section of stream until they…
Don’t Trust the Ice
I’ve been watching my local creek respond to a prolonged spell of bitter cold. Like a living, growing scab, solid ice has covered the surface. It’s both beautiful and evil. Continuously forming, fascinating patterns appeared. It tempts me to trust; “Take a step.” In most places the ice was inches thick. But elsewhere were pockets…
Is There No Mercy?
Days of endless frigid weather leaves me to wonder how anything can survive. My survival is far removed from the harsh reality of winter. Inside, my warm home contains a refrigerator that must run to keep its contents–my food–cold. Outside, while looking for signs of nourishment and life, I found a clump of green grass…