Category Archives: Weather

Effie’s favorite hangout when it’s 90° in the shade

“When it’s ninety degrees in Effieland, I move my capital to the turf under a blackberry vine where sunflowers are also growing, and eat grasses. I like wild oats.” –Effie


Later in the summer, the amaranth will be as tall as the sunflowers. Effie loves it.


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Sunset and sleet

It was bizarre: first I heard the strange sound of sleet. Sleet happens, even in May. Our last sleetfall was in November. Joining the rare occasion of sleet was this darkly brilliant sunset. All quite strange, and all quite lovely.


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Bit of a storm at 4 o’clock in the afternoon

A lilac and poplar trees keep time to a 19.7 mph wind. I’m out of my element–or at least my comfort zone–at that wind velocity, so I took this photo through a window. Effie sleeps through these things enviably. I wish you could hear the thunder; we had a few sprigs of lightning as well.


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Our weather drama in three acts

After yesterday afternoon’s 90°+ heat, we attempted to sleep through a lightning storm flashing brilliantly, even through our opaque Roman shades. There was no thunder or rain, only lightning.  Normalcy resumes; the temperature is in the 60’s and clouds cover the sky with no blue in sight.

Effie naps. She spent a few hours in Effieland earlier this morning. The bugs are returning from their winter holiday, and Effie was digging up beetles. She prefers crickets and mantises, but they will arrive later.

Spring asserts its hold for now. Winter is not inclined to return;  summer put in a preview performance yesterday, but after taking  her bow, she properly conceded the stage to Spring.

Effie looks forward to tasty bugs. I look forward to watching her make amazing leaps catching them, on the wing and on the ground. My own aspiration is almost as dramatic: I look forward to catching a Steelhead.   >><<<<<>°

I wish I could learn this skill from Effie. . . .


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82° in the shade, and other summery joys

I’m not one to require a lot of change in a good routine. After dinner Wednesday,  my husband and I headed for my favorite pond in the whole world, which happens to have trout and to be a few minutes from our home. The trout were jumping excitedly, catching caddisflies in mid-air. The tiny flies swarming all over can be annoying, but they are wonderful because the fish realize food is everywhere, and they go after our lures for taste-tempting change.

I caught my statutory limit of five trout, all around 10”, and my husband caught a couple as well. He stayed busy, coaching me on landing the fish I caught, grabbing the fish I landed so they wouldn’t slide downhill and back into the water, then gutting them and putting them on ice. We both caught more fish who excused themselves and bolted from our hooks in favor of other things—like growing older, bigger, and wiser.

Once I caught the limit (five trout per person per day), I put a lure with a barbless hook on my swivel and fished catch-and-release while my husband continued fishing. I caught two or three, I don’t recall which, who sportingly released themselves, saving me the trouble.

Right now, it’s 82° F, with sunshine and  clear sky.  The hens have endeavored no further escape. Effie is blissful, but Effieland has no shade for part of the afternoon, and I have to replace her sun-heated water with fresh cold water frequently. I try to bring her inside more frequently, but she prefers her outdoor domain to air conditioning. I suspect she knows more about some aspects of the divine order than I do.

A small catnip leaf floats invitingly on Effie’s water.

For Effie, grass is as elemental as water.








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Effie and Peter

Effie was cross that so much rain was falling; she wanted to be outdoors, but that is where the rain was. I put her favorite music in our faithful old CD player. Peter Hurford’s performance of Bach’s organ preludes, fugues, toccatas, fantasias, a passacaglia, and other beautiful seventeenth-century hits soon had her transfixed.

Our first lilac bush is blooming, and my desire to photograph it through the window was thwarted; even our covered deck was under siege of wind-driven rain, and I honestly was not motivated to be out in it with my camera. The music, a mug of green tea, and Effie blissfully absorbed provided composure sufficient to the day.


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Kind of a morning

We knew it was the wind plexus of the planet when we moved here. We’d lived with wind before—even tornadoes. But the wind wasn’t the villain so much as the clown.

The clever little chicks we acquired two weeks ago are growing fast. I thought perhaps the feed store had unknowingly received ostrich chicks instead of chicken chicks, but they look just like our grown Rhody hens looked when they were chicks. The chicks actually are a little more clumsy than they are clever.

My husband went into our shop this morning on his usual routine chore circuit, to get the mature chickens’ food and bring it up to their outdoor house, retrieve Cat Halvor’s bowl so I can wash and fill it with his morning refill; and check on the chicks, whose hutch is in the shop and warmed with a heat lamp.

Our shop is a kind of life axis, housing Halvor, the dory and skiff my husband built in the shop, tools for working on our vehicles and everything else, and the chicks, who possess concurrently the traits of precocity and stupidity. The shop itself also is important to us, having made our home remodeling projects possible as well.

This morning my husband discovered the chicks’ heat lamp had been overturned and the air in the shop was smoky. A fire could have started had he not discovered the downed heat lamp when he did.

The mortifying news shook me terribly hard, harder than the 30 mph wind. The thought of coming so close to such emotionally devastating losses as well as material loss has been ruggedly visceral.

But the wind, the wind. . .30 mph gusts lifted one of our plastic trash containers, pulled off the latched lid, liberated the liner bag which immediately became airborne and flew down our steep driveway ahead of the low-flying container, and uplifted the bag-tied kitty litter scoopings and other items formerly secured in the container, and all sailed down the road to unaccustomed freedom.

I called my husband, and he came home and fetched the runaway trash container. Its erstwhile contents were not readily retrievable.

I can’t say a good time was had by all, but I will say that I am boundlessly thankful for the kind grace of our Lord, who knows what we can bear, in sparing us a fire.




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