Category Archives: Weather

October Warmth

October wind strews pollen and leaves reminders of earthquake menace

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The Damp Deck

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

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

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)

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

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

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September

Eucalyptus leaves season the deck with earth-toned clattering teardrops

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Unwell

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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August Light

Dawn: Now the sun retreats; it will not rise till after 6, delaying dawn.   Dusk: Mid-August evenings linger late, but still the light ebbs as autumn nears.

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Bayarea

“I feel a little guilty,” someone said to me last week, “because I don’t attend events this place is famous for. Instead I stick to home, avoiding traffic, spend my weekends in my yard, my neighborhood, my livingroom.” I boggled … Continue reading

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