Posts Tagged ‘freezing and thawing’
New Grass
That snow didn’t last 24 hours. It’s almost like it didn’t even happen. Reminds me of what I’ve heard about places in the south, where snow melts away nearly as fast as it arrives.
Looking at that picture, did you notice the difference in the color of the new grass along the driveway compared to the established grass in the foreground? It seems like the new grass never went dormant throughout the winter months. It stayed so green.
I am very curious how the greening of growing things will play out in the weeks ahead. It is never clear to me how deep into the ground the frost is. The top layer has been freezing and thawing and refreezing all winter long. We’ve had a few days where it stayed above freezing overnight but it keeps dropping back again.
When we finally get a continuous span of many nights when it doesn’t freeze, I expect that will kick the greening into gear.
It’s been over a week now that I haven’t had anyone around the house who talks to me with words other than my own reflection in the mirror. I don’t much listen to what the mirror rambles on about.
Asher speaks with his eyes, mostly. Sometimes he whines for attention or barks at squirrels or delivery trucks.
Being alone this long has triggered some random weirdness in me. Yesterday, with little consideration, I decided to put my belt on in the reverse direction from the only way I’ve ever done it before. I don’t know how old I was the first time I put on a belt, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it has been over 50-55 years of doing something only one way.
It’s like brushing your teeth with your non-dominant hand to strengthen or grow new neural connections in the brain. I have never done well with that exercise. Flipping my belt was much easier. I don’t know how doing so might invigorate my neural networks but I was thinking about shaking up the routine of repetitive muscle activity.
Ever since I crash-landed hard on my left shoulder, I’ve felt a bit off balance. My left arm and shoulder have been sore and weaker in the aftermath and it has made me much more aware of use that was previously unconscious. I can’t mindlessly reach to do something with my left arm without receiving a twinge that gets my attention.
Now I have to think about undoing my belt because the buckle is on an unfamiliar side of me. (Just to be unconventional, I have always oriented my belt buckle off-center.) I don’t know what the switch has to do with young green grass, besides both being unusual.
Gives me something to think about, I guess.
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Tricky Footing
As demonstrated by my antics a few days ago when I tried to plant my feet to slow my momentum on the way down the backyard hill with Asher, the ground this time of year does not offer dependable footing. With the extreme swings of temperature we’ve been experiencing, the dirt and turf freeze solid overnight. That alone makes for a rather annoying walking surface that is uneven and unforgiving.
It only worsens as the day progresses and the sun thaws the uppermost layer.
The melting turns the first centimeter into a greasy slurry that then rides atop the hard, frozen layers below. It becomes a diabolically unreliable footing to hike on.
I’d rather walk on the almost-as-unreliable scree on the slope of a mountain.
Part of the problem is that you can’t see that it will be slippery. It’s like being gaslighted. Perception and reality don’t align.
In areas where there is no grass, like around my piles of composting manure, I ran into a different challenge. The black dirt looks solid enough, but I am well aware it will be slippery so I step carefully. My boots didn’t sink in, so things seemed tolerable. However, it got messy real fast when I picked up a foot and discovered that the thawed top 1 centimeter was staying attached to the soles of my boots.
In the good old days, we only dealt with these conditions briefly in the transition from winter to spring. This year it’s been happening throughout the entire winter. I keep hearing Paul Simon in my head singing, “Slip sliding away…”
March is not coming in like a lion. If the folklore holds, does this portend storms at month’s end?
When it comes to weather possibilities in this day and age, I don’t know what to believe anymore.
At the very least, I’d like to believe the tricky footing will be behind us sooner rather than later.
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Wind Blown
If this weren’t a time when the obvious effects of global warming were well known I might think the local weather was some sort of plot by the universe to drive me insane. The dramatic swings between too warm and bitterly cold in a matter of hours every other day is crazy making.
After a biting cold 0°F start to the day, yesterday’s high temperature climbed to 36°F under a hazy sky, but the short-lived meltdown was obscured by the sudden arrival of gale force winds that audibly flexed the integrity of our log home. The gusts whipped in a hasty change of temperature that dropped us to 7 degrees below zero this morning.
Thankfully, the wind has stopped, for now, and the sun is out, bathing the horses in its relative warmth. The forecast for tonight suggests a return of breezy conditions and tomorrow, a high of 43°F.
Freezing and thawing at this rate at this point in winter is harsh.
During the morning feeding yesterday, I heard a strange noise all of a sudden on the roof of the barn. Looking out the door revealed a downburst of what I call “Dippin’ Dots®” snow, which seemed unlikely at the cold temperature.
It looks similar to styrofoam.
The wind was sweeping off any flakes that hadn’t melted into the general mass of our snowpack and leaving much of the “dots” behind.
Coming out of the woods on our walk, Delilah and I stopped to watch the spectacle of dancing “snow-devils” gyrating in the distance across the hayfield where there was no shelter from the hurling wind.
After the evening feeding was complete and the sun was getting low in the sky, we were eager to get back to the house and out of the wind for the day.
Thankfully, Delilah is keen enough to not require a walk when it is time for a bedtime potty break. We stepped out the door, she squats to pee, and we are back inside before there is time to feel abused by the wind.
As the planet warms, the local weather seems to grow increasingly bizarre. It has me wondering what weirdness might be unleashed come spring.
Gale force winds, maybe?
I guess that wouldn’t be all that bizarre. Maybe it will be exceedingly perfect and usual. That would definitely seem strange.
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