The storm came with a bang, so many bangs that Bear was terrified, and Teddy hid between my bed and the wall. Thunder snow can be cool, but this wasn’t. Between the smoke from the California fires and the incoming storm the day got so dark that my motion sensor lights in back lit up as I moved around in the yard covering plants That chore ended up taking most of the day and was a feat of major engineering. Thursday or Friday we’ll find out if it works.
The temps dropped 40 degrees in the space of two hours, and now I’m sitting here in wool socks, wool base layer and sweat shirt just like it was February or something. The snow is falling straight down, so wet and heavy it thinks it’s rain. So far the streets and lawns do, too. “Free water,” said my friend’s husband.
Tomorrow we’re expecting a high just above freezing, enough for me to uncover what I can, dry it out, and do it again.
You see, the problem is that I really love those beans. The plum tomatoes are starting to ripen and are very beautiful. Maybe nothing will make it. I know that I don’t really have much of a problem, and I wish I could send the moisture and the temps to California.
The best part of the day was when about a hundred sandhill cranes flew over me, calling to each other and filling the sky. I took it as a blessing. Maybe tomorrow Bear and I can go out where we can visit them.