Category: Weather

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Golden Afternoon

On Sunday afternoon a really peculiar thing happened.

So peculiar, in fact, that some of the braver folk came out…on the roof for a closer look.

The first thing that got our attention was that everything–everywhere– turned yellow–and that’s while we were still in the house.

When we came outside the whole sky was totally yellow…

no matter which way you turned.

Don’t you find that particularly odd?

I do.

One of the kids said, “Ok, this is really freaky…”

eerie even…

you know, like, the end of the world kinda stuff.”

But as you can see–we’re still here. No apocalypse. No Millennium. No end of the world…for now.

In fact, within minutes the yellow sky started to fade away altogether…

and promptly turned…

pink.

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Fickle June

This moment…

A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Happy Saturday friends!

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Who’s In Charge Here Anyway?

Obviously not us…

or this wouldn’t be going on–let me tell you.

Or this.

And I’m pretty darn sure those willow branches are not suppose to be touching the ground.

So the bald kid and I trudged around making little cardboard Barbie tents out of old boxes…

to shelter my newly planted petunias.

And they promptly got buried.

Be brave little flowers.

Just as soon as we humans are in charge again–Spring is certain to come.

Though I can’t prove it.

“What power shall stay the heavens? As well might man stretch forth his puny arm to stop the river in its decreed course, or to turn it up stream, as to hinder the Almighty…”

Ok, ok…I get it.

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May Flowers

Nothing like a little color to remind a person that it really, truly is Spring…nearly Summer, in fact.  Goofy cold weather has been holding us back from the garden, but we’ve come to the place where if feels like “plant or perish!”


So the bald kid kindly dug up a generous patch of spent dirt, mixed it with some soil booster…

and promptly bought me some flowers. Ooohhh I love that kid. Someone must have raised him right…heh.

To me–pink and purple petunias are pure perfection. Say that 5 times fast, I dare you.

Anyway, we dug a billion little holes for our billion little flowers and filled each space with water. “A five dollar hole for a fifty cent flower” as my mama used to say. We had to work quickly because…

when we looked up to our mountains we saw…

all that coming our way.  Lucky for us valley folk that before it reached us…

the snow graciously…turned to rain.

Gracious rain.

Has a lovely ring to it–

don’t you think?

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Welcome…

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January, the month of new beginnings and cherished memories, beckons. Come, let winter weave her wondrous spell: cold, crisp, woolen-muffler days, long dark evenings of savory suppers, lively conversations, or solitary joys. Outside the temperature drops as the snow falls softly.  All of nature is at peace. We should be too. Draw hearthside. This is the month to dream, to look forward to the year ahead and the journey within.

Sarah Ban Breathnach