Thirty-seven and snow squalls
Moments of beauty or interest happen in my nature preserve most days. Many are the day-to-day pleasures of observing animals, plants and weather in the city but not all inspire posts.
Continue reading “Pelicans Find Any Port In A Storm”
Sunny and 70 degrees. On March 4. Everyone Into The Pool
My editorial assistant growled. Willa was settled in my lap, supervising the nature preserve, as I waded through emails.
Continue reading “Bath Time”
Sunny and unseasonably warm at 66 degrees.
Meteorological spring began March 1 in the northern hemisphere. Continue reading “New Beginnings”
Birds of a Feather
Thirty-three degrees and smog in the valley
More magpie reinforcements flapped down, joining the magpie uproar on the back hillside. Their outraged squawking drew me to the patio doors. A magpie gang was mobbing a
red-tail hawk. Continue reading “Birds Of A Feather And The Red-Tail Hawk”
Thirty-eight degrees and sunny. Groundhogs and Pollsters
February started with predictions for spring. Most groundhogs predicted spring is just a whisker away.
Continue reading “Predicting Spring”
Thirty-seven and sunny. Four does stroll across the back hillside as I write.
The newborn settled into my shoulder with baby murmurs and fell asleep. It was the depth of the night shift.
Continue reading “Notes From The Night Shift”
Thirty-four degrees and blustery
Gusts snatched winter-brown leaves, tossing them high in the air. Against a gray sky, the Wasatch Range looked flat, like painted stage scenery. The wind carried a whiff of snow; a storm front was pushing in from the Northwest.
Continue reading “Storm Front”