Category Archives: Weather

Forecasting

Posted on December 27, 2019 by sputterpub

I’ve heard it’s hard to forecast over sea: the ocean brings surprises to the West. The instruments detect a tendency, but here my window tells the weather best. My phone says we’ll have clouds but I see rain outside, and … Continue reading →

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Whether

Posted on December 3, 2019 by sputterpub

The sun is setting earlier tonight than it did yesterday. We ascertain we daily have a lesser length of light, but none among us knows when it will rain, or if the winds will hibernate this year. Will quenching water … Continue reading →

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October Warmth

Posted on October 16, 2019 by sputterpub

October wind strews pollen and leaves reminders of earthquake menace

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The Damp Deck

Posted on September 24, 2019 by sputterpub

I’m well aware the weather could be worse; we pay a lot to live around this bay. But atmospheric rivers are a curse for me – extreme humidity today will not allow my just-sealed deck to dry. Evaporation is on … Continue reading →

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Eyebath

Posted on May 20, 2019 by sputterpub

There come some days here, nearly every May, when dirt and branch infect me with surprise. I felt it first this year on Saturday, as if a balm applied to soothe my eyes became effective at the stroke of one. … Continue reading →

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The Last Persimmon

Posted on December 4, 2018 by sputterpub

My neighbor planned and planted our shared yard, then moved away before she could observe the fruits of cultivation. I regard the lemon tree containers and the curve of apple branches, and the graceful lines persimmon limbs display against the … Continue reading →

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Omen(ish)

Posted on December 3, 2018 by sputterpub

I booked the flight at least a month before November fires blanketed the state. In miles from my bed, 534 is measured if a crow is flying straight, but climate differs more than by degrees; here’s autumn color, air that … Continue reading →

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Oregon October

Posted on October 23, 2018 by sputterpub

A week of fall sun before the rainy season waters winter dreams

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September

Posted on September 18, 2018 by sputterpub

Eucalyptus leaves season the deck with earth-toned clattering teardrops

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Unwell

Posted on August 30, 2018 by sputterpub

Our ocean is too warm. Our forests burn too often now, too widely, and the air bears irritants, but most in power spurn the obvious, the facts: that they impair tomorrow with the corporate hunt for wealth, as much as … Continue reading →

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