Category Archives: Weather

The exercise was fourteen lines from me today. I sought a topic for my pen, and thought to draw the angry energy my daughter broadcasts often and again. Except as I set out to catch a phrase, my net attention … Continue reading →

She woke to windy winter storm in spring. She window-watched the weather as she dressed. The sky stopped streaming long enough to bring the dog outside, reluctantly at best. And still the looming clouds held back their freight of cold … Continue reading →

On February 28th the sky was spanking blue, the streets were wind-swept clean. No matter where I looked it charmed my eye with evidence of budding growth. The scene was absolutely vernal. I declared that spring was here, regardless of … Continue reading →

I paid attention to the weathermen who said one winter cannot cure the drought. Reiterating over and again, depressing me and stripping me of doubt, they said that we’d need years of average rain to make us goodly wet, and … Continue reading →

I won’t permit anxiety about this winter rain. So what if there’s a leak? That’s nothing as depressing as the drought, and skylights are less trouble than the creek I nestled near, for ten and seven years. These current storms … Continue reading →

It’s happening again – a bare-limbed bush across the yard has leafed out overnight. On parkway edges hyacinths now push the earth, and turn with quince blooms toward the light. I watched a hummingbird imbibe today and looking closer now, … Continue reading →

Attempted terror forecast is the charge. The weatherman tried scaring us all week, predicting floods and treefall from the large amount of rain – an atmospheric streak of storm. “Be ready for the likelihood of power outages and roadways blocked.” (Acquire … Continue reading →

My daughter told me Portland has no plows, for snowfall seldom sticks. She said a mere two inches and the infrastructure bows. Quadruple that and pavements disappear, a tram derails, the buses pop their chains, and sunny icy days ensue … Continue reading →

At 6 a.m. it’s 33 degrees outside, and clear as polished leaded glass. We’re tempered by the bay – we seldom freeze – but still I’m glad to goose the natural gas to toast ceramic logs to radiate to warm … Continue reading →