Break-Up
The first hint of encroaching summer--I stumbled out into the pre-dawn twilight to go to work this morning and the ground was soft underfoot. It was warm--about 40 degrees--and the air was soft with moisture. A classic warm front, with still air and low clouds.
Quite a change from the past month of clear skies, cool days and cold nights. Break-up has been slow but steady and the snow line has retreated up the ridge to about the seven- or eight-hundred foot level.
We still have a foot or more of snow in the undisturbed portions of the yard--and four-to-five foot berms along side the house where the roof sheds its load. The cats are restless, wanting to get out to find new shoots of grass. We need to build them another enclosure--one with grass and trees inside it--so they can answer that feline call of the wild.
By the time I came home from work, mid-afternoon, the temperature was in the mid-50s. Almost too warm for this time of year. The ditches were full of torrents of muddy water and running water crossed Green Timbers Road in two places. I took the hoe and did some drainage management in the back yard--that sounds better than saying "played in the water" though that's essentially what I did.
It's almost May.
Double "Criminal Intent"s tonight. I am all tingly with anticipation. It's hard to over-dose on Detective Goren, but I'm willing to try.
"Homer, Alaska: A Quaint Drinking VillageWith A Fishing Problem."--Popular Local Bumpersticker
Quite a change from the past month of clear skies, cool days and cold nights. Break-up has been slow but steady and the snow line has retreated up the ridge to about the seven- or eight-hundred foot level.
We still have a foot or more of snow in the undisturbed portions of the yard--and four-to-five foot berms along side the house where the roof sheds its load. The cats are restless, wanting to get out to find new shoots of grass. We need to build them another enclosure--one with grass and trees inside it--so they can answer that feline call of the wild.
By the time I came home from work, mid-afternoon, the temperature was in the mid-50s. Almost too warm for this time of year. The ditches were full of torrents of muddy water and running water crossed Green Timbers Road in two places. I took the hoe and did some drainage management in the back yard--that sounds better than saying "played in the water" though that's essentially what I did.
It's almost May.
Double "Criminal Intent"s tonight. I am all tingly with anticipation. It's hard to over-dose on Detective Goren, but I'm willing to try.
"Homer, Alaska: A Quaint Drinking VillageWith A Fishing Problem."--Popular Local Bumpersticker
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