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Wild Weather
Before the big windstorm happened, the Captain was keeping a few cans of beer cool, in a plastic tote on top of the patio table that you can just see the corner of at the right side of the photo.
The second patio table, the round one on the left, used to sit in the middle of the deck where the fallen hanging basket is lying on its side now. The wind must have blown the table over as far as it could go.
The oranges were on the table beside the beer cans, to keep cool. I also had a small parsley plant in a pot. You might see it lying on its side without the pot near the far end of the deck. Just a matted clump of dirt with a few yellow green leaves in it.
The blue pieces are part of a small clay pot that I painted about ten years ago. I always liked that little pot, but never imagined that the wind could send it flying off the table and smash it. The white saucer used to be under the parsley pot. Not sure where that pot ended up. I think it was plastic so it may have flown to the neighbours’ place or be in the next town by now.
The bits of branches from the fir trees are relatively small compared to the branch that came down just beyond the deck, as you will see in the next photo.
I’m glad no people, dogs, or squirrels were out for a walk when this branch decided to drop in, and I was so happy to see the squirrels and two hummingbirds alive in the morning.
And so, further to the previous post about Thanksgiving Day, and all we have to be thankful for, I feel very thankful to have been spared major trouble from this windstorm. Even the few hours of a loss of power were not too bad. I can’t begin to imagine the terror people go through in hurricanes. Hearing this wind roar through like a freight train was bad enough.
Lightning, Thunder, and Rain … at Last!
I know it’s been dry and you want it to rain,
But I saw a flash in the sky,
You tell me it’s safe and it won’t cause me pain,
But take me inside where it’s dry.
I heard a loud boom and a rumbling growl,
It sounds pretty scary to me,
I’m trying my best not to let loose and howl,
To be what you want me to be.
What flashes of light and that fierce rumbling boom,
My courage is fading so fast,
Let’s sit on the couch, just move over, make room,
We’ll snuggle until it is past.
Out With the Old
After days and days of rain, the water that has washed down the hills and into all the drainage systems is emptying itself into the sea.
The river is brown with the silt that has no chance to settle because of the quick flow of the extra volume.
Here, the river is near the estuary, and the tide is coming in while the river is flowing out. The tide wins though, and backs up the river. It’s quite the battle, with the volume from the extra rainfall pushing against the tide.
On the left side of this photo you can see the top of the retaining wall that is usually visible and dry to a height of about eight feet from the top (I’m guessing), now breached and letting water through.
Here is a closer look. The road is beyond the river, to the left. Comox is on the left side of the river; Courtenay on the right.
On the right side of the river, the trees and shrubs that line the walkway along the riverside are flooded at the moment. Once the water recedes, they should be all right, but the high water level is very close to flooding this parking lot.
I just know that this summer, when we have our heat waves and drought, I’ll wish for some of this excess water to give my petunias a drink.
I hope the darker events of the past year will wash away just as this flooded muddy river will empty itself in the sea, and like the river, our lives will be rejuvenated by fresh spring rains and plenty of happy sunshine.
So as the old year is done, and the new one comes in, I say, “Out with the old, and in with the new.”
Happy New Year to all my blogging friends.
An Omen of Change
It helicoptered from the tree,
This golden flaky leaf,
It’s happening, and I can see,
The maple is in grief.
The summer days are sadly gone,
Those romping times were fun,
But autumn’s here, we must move on
From lazing in the sun.
Without the maple’s leafy dress,
Her long arms will be bare,
No hiding places for the squirrels
Who used to scamper there.
It’s sad to see the warm days go,
And we’ll be soused with rain,
The leaves will swirl, the wind will blow,
As autumn comes again.
But as the summer weather sours,
Rambunctious days retire,
I’ll find a way to pass the hours,
Chew slippers by the fire.
The Calm
… before the storm.
The ducks all facing outward
Are waiting for their snack,
They find it in the shallows,
It makes their lips go smack.
The heron facing inward,
Has patience yet to spare,
He hopes to spear a morsel,
With no intent to share.
All take advantage of the last,
Relaxing stretch of peace,
They feel the system moving fast,
Soon comes the ugly beast.
Photo by Pat G.
The licorice scent of fennel wafts,
Along the last warm breeze,
A thousand seeds fly in the drafts,
To inundate with ease.
Ms. Barbara Beacham’s hollyhock,
Has found a home with me,
Although Ms. Beacham’s sent a shock,
And could no longer be.
Her lovely flowers bloom each year,
She sends her love that way,
I cherish her with thoughts so dear,
Much more than I can say.
A last sweet effort quickly made,
The berry patch is done,
No strawberries are left to raid,
Except for just this one.
And here it comes, the mighty beast,
So dark, this sunshine thief,
It brings much-needed rain at least,
To every plant’s relief.
It slaps the trees ferociously,
It whips the leaves around,
But they hang on tenaciously,
On hearing such a sound.
The wind is shivery at best,
Each leaf is hanging on,
They’re hoping to survive the test,
Until this breeze is gone.
A Harsh Surprise
The skiff of snow we had the other day was just the prelude to get us in tune for the magnum opus.
Some snow for Christmas was a fine seasonal touch, even if it was a bit hard on the birds, but the snowfall we had in the last two days, coupled with a drastic drop in temperatures and an increase in NW wind – well, let’s just say I’m praying for the return of my old friends, wind and rain.
Since the Arctic winds are coming from the north or northwest, I decided to put more birdseed on the leeward side of the house. Out of the wind, the picnic blanket won’t blow away or freeze to the ground as readily.
So, not being particularly house proud, I sprinkled bird seed liberally by my front door and in the dry edges near the house on the south and east sides.
Emma can’t believe her eyes. So many birds. You know she’s a “bird dog” but that is not supposed to apply to songbirds. She’s in shock that birds are right there on the other side of the glass – you know, that glass beside the door where she always looks out when she’s left behind.
“Wow!” she says. “A varied thrush!” And she tells herself to stop drooling.
“Oh, it’s you again,” says Vera Thrush. “You should stop poking your nose into the glass pane. You’re mucking it all up with noseprints.”
“On second thought,” thinks Vera, “I should maybe check out another area and come back later when that maniac killer dog is having a nap. But … does she ever sleep?” Vera turns to go. “Better safe than sorry…. Hmmpf! Can’t believe I said that. Such a cliché.”
Vera’s feathers fluff up soft,
Keeping warmer air aloft
Trapped beside her chilly skin,
She will not let winter in.
Hard to fathom so much cold,
Although pretty to behold,
But the chill is not a thrill,
It is often known to kill.
Thankfully, the seeds are spread,
All around the front door tread,
Even though they don’t belong,
Matters more that we stay strong.
First comes need and then decor,
Later we’ll clean up the door,
But we’ll wait till Emma’s busy
So she won’t get in a tizzy.
All these seeds are such a gift
Hard to find them in a drift,
Front door feeding works just fine,
Think I’ll grab some, make them mine.
Under Cover
A few nights ago, while I snuggled under the covers, the outside world was also being put under a cover — from freshly fallen snow.
The hummingbird feeder I had taken down to be out of the wind on the exposed deck, was no longer nestled among the branches that the birds used to love to sit on. (See the photo below). It had become a snow trap. Any bird venturing into the maze of bent down boughs might get a snow shower which, in the case of a tiny hummingbird, could be fatal. I had some work to do but I fixed up a place for the hummingbirds to feed safely.
The regular birdfeeders needed a place that was safe from the Steller’s jays who would gobble up the whole contents of the feeder. I had found a place in the branches of the filbert (hazelnut) tree. But then it snowed. Can you find the feeder to the left of the tree trunk and about four feet off the ground? The birds were happy to scratch up spilled seeds under the tree.
The Steller’s jay is quite the bully no matter where I put the seeds.
Pretty as the snow is, I worry about my poor little animals out there, scratching for enough food to keep warm and stay alive.
Last night the air was oh, so cold,
It chilled me to the bone,
My sparrow girlfriend, oh so bold,
Was shivering on her phone.
She called her snowbird friends last night,
They’d almost all flown south,
And she was wishing that they might
Have messaged her by mouth.
She’d gladly be in warmer climes,
While leaving me behind,
Their happy chirps melodic chimes,
As sunshine they did find.
But here in Lotus Land of North,
The snow moved in and covered us,
To find some food we must go forth,
Lest heavy branches smother us.
The hedge and shrubs have been a boon
But still we have to eat
And battling jays from morn till noon
Is always quite a feat.
Those greedy birds take so much food,
They spill what they don’t need,
We have to fight the whole darn brood,
So we can get some feed.
My girlfriend had the right idea,
To call her friends who left,
But if she’d gone, I sadly fear,
I would have been bereft.
Together we will pick at seeds,
To bolster up our strength,
Then later when we’ve met our needs,
I’ll cuddle her at length.
Mr. Roy G. Biv
We’ve had crazy weather here lately with lots of wind and rain, but up in the hills, that rain took the form of snow. You can see that the freezing level is still fairly high, so we’ve been spared the snow for a while yet.
So while it snowed up high, it rained down low, but then the sun came out.
And with it came a friend of mine, Mr. Roy G. Biv.
But you must be wondering who Roy G. Biv is. Well, let me introduce you to him in the photo below.
Roy G. Biv is a colourful guy. If you take the first letters of his name, you’ll be able to remember all the colours of the rainbow in the order that they appear in the sky.
R = red
O = orange
Y = yellow
G = green
B = blue
I = Indigo
V = violet
*****
Rainbow Roy is quite the boy,
Giving joy immense,
Colours bright are quite a sight,
Though the sky is dense.
Clouds of rain are such a pain,
Bringing on the shivers,
Pouring down upon the ground,
Flowing past in rivers.
Near the peak the snowflakes streak,
Settling on the trees,
How I hope it coats the slope,
Don’t come down here, please.
Rainbow blaze, my senses daze,
Long as I shall live,
It’s a sight that brings delight,
Mr. Roy G. Biv.
Heat, Rain, and Rainbows
After weeks of hot, dry weather, the cooler days of autumn are so welcome. The grass that was yellow and breaking off if anyone walked on it, is breathing a huge sigh of relief. With each little rainfall, it has greened up slightly. Now, it is getting a really good soaking as the skies opened up and torrents of water dumped out.
And of course, I ran for the shovel when this rainbow appeared. I’m still looking for that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Sunny days are wonderful,
Warmth upon our skin,
All the flowers colourful,
Happy I have been.
But the sun shone every day,
Scorching every leaf,
Who would think we’d ever say,
Soon we’ll need relief.
People smiling through their sweat,
Lied and said, “How nice,”
Still they hoped that rain we’d get,
Even hail or ice.
Yet the sun just shone and shone,
As we watched the sky,
Secret rituals going on,
Rain dance on the sly.
Finally our wish came true,
Heavens opened wide,
Soaking people through and through,
As they ran to hide.
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