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buds and bolts

Spring has been unusually hot this year. This week we’re looking forward to our first heat wave with temps up into the 90s and lots of humidity. Thunderstorms are in the forecast too. I know I shouldn’t complain about the weird weather because, well, after all, our congresscritters just held a vote declaring that climate change is real but it’s not our fault. Humans had nothing to do with it. So there.

In the meantime, random climate change has caused some of my plants to flower and bolt early. Here are a few in my yard that are well into summer even though it’s only May. Even though it’s not our fault.

First to bolt was my lovely sorrel, which I planted in a deck pot last spring. She rose up with gorgeous, lemony leaves, of which I managed to eat two or three before she bolted practically overnight. She puts forth such delicate little buds on long, gangly stems that it’s a pleasure to look at her instead of eating her.

sorrel buds

sorrel buds

The arugula saw the sorrel bolt and decided it was done and sent up these pretty little flowers.

arugula flower

arugula flower

Of course, the tomatoes should be sending out flowers — I just hope fruits follow quickly.

tomato flower

tomato flower

I swear there were no flowers on the nettles yesterday but today there are plenty.  I guess this year’s crop will be harvested for seed instead of leaves.

nettle flowers

nettle flowers

I’ve never had so much yellow dock spring up and immediately bolt than this year. There’s gonna be a lot of root digging later on.

yellow dock

yellow dock

And this little pennycress is included because she’s just the cutest little thing. I love that she has pods and buds all at the same time.



joining in

by this time tomorrow, our corner of the woods will be joining in on the heat wave that has so much of the country in its grip. we haven’t had rain since last friday, if i remember correctly, and i’m not so sure the predicted storms will amount to much. seems like whenever the weather dudes predict rain lately, it sorta skirts around us.

but for now, it’s a warm, breezy, gorgeous day outside. which is where i’m heading right now….cuzz after this, i’m probably going to be staying indoors as much as possible. i don’t do so well when it hits the 100 mark.

the weather, she is good

What glorious weather! Yesterday was bright and sunny with temps in the upper 60s. I put fresh dirt in all the containers for this years deck-top garden and planted my peas. When it was time to get down to work, reading and drawing, I had to do it outside. When the migraine hit, I reluctantly gave up and went inside.

But I slept that migraine away in time for today, which will be even better weather-wise. So, coffee, bagel, stories, paper & pencils in hand, I’m ready to move out on the deck and work. Outside! I wonder if I can rig up my computer out there? Would that be too crazy?

hmmm…I should consider making a space with some cover and maybe wiring up an outlet with power and ethernet (the wireless dies on the deck). Amazing how the sun inspires!

i want to tell you about the weather

That’s a safe subject, isn’t it? Well, maybe not in these times of “climate change,” but I’m sure it’s safer than politics. Athough…I suppose even the weather comes under the umbrella of politics nowadays. Oh well, I want to tell you about the weather anyway.

It’s positively wild out there today. It started yesterday with gray clouds and little drizzles, but with an ominous feel to it. I went out early to de-xmasize the deck out back. Unraveled the little white lights from the white pine garland that both wove their loopy way along the railing and then down underneath, where they lit up the grotto (our euphemism for the bricked in area under the porch). By the time I’d begun to take down the garland, trying to unwrap the wire from it so that I could safely take it down to the gully to add to the debris pile that the chipmunks live in, the rain started coming down in earnest. So there lay the garland, still mostly looped around the railing.

As the day went on, the rain just sorta spit and spat in starts and spurts, never really amounting to much but making outdoor activity unappealing. We went to the movies around 2 in the afternoon to see Sherlock Holmes before it left to be transformed into DVD format. If you haven’t seen it, go…go now…the sets, costumes, grit and grime of late 19th century England needs to be seen on the big screen.

Later, as we sat down to a dinner of homemade vegetable soup and organic tater tots, our dog, Loki, with impeccable timing, vomited right in the middle of the room. She continued in this endeavor throughout the rest of the night. The weather had taken a nastier turn as well, with the winds picking up and the rain coming down in slants and intermittent sheets. The rest of the evening was taken up with rushing the poor dog outside every 20 minutes or so to relieve herself of the contents of her guts. It was iffy whether this would end up being another emergency vet visit, but as her misery eased and the winds intensified, we made the decision to wait it out till daybreak.

She’s still miserable, but I think she just needs rest at this point. She’s not dehydrated or feverish and her gums are nice and pink. I’m going out later today to brave the high winds and predicted thunderstorms (in January?) and 60 degree temperatures (in January?) to buy organic chicken breasts to boil with rice for the sick dog, a new dog bowl which will make it difficult for her to wolf down her food whole (which I believe is part of her problem), and more paper towels.

I try not to complain too much about the weather since it’s one of those futile things to complain about, but really, it’s so much easier tending to sick animals when the sun is shining.

here comes the sun

After 3 unsuccessful attempts to kill Brni’s alarm clock, I shuffled out of the bedroom thinking sweet thoughts of coffee, but a blinding light stopped me dead in my tracks. The living room and kitchen were lit with an unholy yellow glow. I couldn’t focus! I couldn’t move!

It was the sun! No longer a thing of stories, a myth. The sun was up and shining, stinging my eyes, assaulting my sleepy brain with rays of hot gold. Oh, glory day. No more rain.

The day is hot, the deck dry and the grass, now a good foot tall is begging for a mowing.

things are looking brighter

baby, it’s cold outside

It’s 11 degrees up from a low of 8. Not going anywhere today if I can help it.


So, for the past week, Action News and the other branded news and weather broadcasters have been predicting frigid arctic cold blanketing the Delaware Valley — any day now.
Today was supposed to *be the day* the cold hits. I went outside this morning in my bare feet to test the cold.

not so bad.
I figured, well, maybe it’s supposed to get dangerously cold later in the day.

So, later in the day I donned heavy jacket, gloves, scarf, etc., went outside and promptly went back in the house to shed the aforementioned outerwear and slipped into my bright orange ‘tween jacket. No need for gloves or scarf.

So, now they say the cold will hit any minute now. Be prepared. Be scared.
I’m so tired of the media turning every minor shift or event into a national emergency.

I have advice to de-wimpify yourself:
go outside.
when it’s cold.
it’s good for you.

waiting for the weather

Yesterday was hot and windy while we waited for hurricane Hannah to move closer. A couple gutter guards blew off the roof. I moved plants, bird feeders and anything that could become a projectile off the deck, pinning them down safely under the porch, while Brni fixed things up on the roof.

Loki woke up around 4 AM asking to go out. I had expected her to rush down to pee, but instead she slowly walked out the back stopping and sniffing the entire perimeter of the deck, then went down to inspect the backyard. The sky was gray and overcast, but strangely brighter than it should have been. I waited, tapping out the rhythm to an old 50s rock and roll song that has been plaguing my head for days now. Finally, I whistled her in. I mean, it’s after 4 AM and I want to go back to bed. She got up again around 7. Brni’s turn.

Up at 9, sipping coffee, I went out to get the paper. The sky is still a uniform gray and the air is deadly still and full of water, though it’s not raining. Four crows are sitting on the dead branches of a maple across the street. The youngest crow is nervously complaining about the coming storm. I understand. Waiting for weather has gotten to everyone it seems.

march needs to be leaving

disturbing dreamtime
aggravating wakingtime
spring came by bringing cold rain and aching bones
i need warm sunshine and some healingtime
i want to open windows and strip my house of winter
and thunder just happened
i am so ready for summer

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