Posts Tagged ‘season change’
Noticing More
Look around and see what is there in plain sight. The more you look, the more you will notice. It wasn’t hard to see the difference four days can make when it comes to the first trees changing over to fall-colored leaves. When Cyndie and I pulled out of the driveway at the lake we were surprised at the difference from when we arrived.
Along the county road, it was all green leaves when we approached the driveway last Thursday. By the following Monday, this is what we saw:
At home, it is the Japanese Silver Grass that has changed right before our eyes. The fireworks of seed sprouts are bursting forth regally.
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The last day of 90°F weather from this latest heat wave led us to choose activities that were mostly indoors yesterday. Asher was not bashful about asking for some attention from me as I lounged in the recliner watching coverage of the US Open tennis tourney.
It was nice to finally receive some rain last night, but it will take a lot more than a passing shower to make progress against the drought that is beginning to stress growing things. There was little growth from the grass I mowed before we left for Labor Day weekend. In fact, there is little green now compared to a week ago.
The grass is turning brown. Noticeably brown.
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Almost Spring
We’ll get there eventually. In a spattering sleet yesterday, I finished toiling away on the giant winter’s-worth pile of manure in the paddock to stir some fresh oxygen into the middle where there are signs of productive microorganism activity. The chore has been on hold, awaiting enough of a thaw to make reasonable progress possible.
On Thursday, the temperature reached 50°(F) under a gray sky. It was almost enough to inspire hope, except the forecast threatening another serious blast of winter wind and snow loomed large enough hold us fast in the beat-down of prolonged Arctic conditions.
I took a picture out the front door on Thursday afternoon, then again on Friday morning in a downpour of graupel, and finally, an hour ago.
They tell us this is just the beginning. Oh, joy.
The calendar says spring, but the weather just laughs and says, “Whatever.”
I’ll say, “Almost.”
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