Category Archives: Weather

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 →

A glancing westward in the morning light of crispy mid-November finds a tree: a loose-leafed skeleton of branch, a sight of hibernating winter fantasy. Its bony limbs are lace against the white horizon built of fog upon the sea, and … Continue reading →

No matter where you journey, there you are: an individual within a space, informed by sun position and by star configuration, feeling any place unreal to “How’s the weather? What’s the scene?” surrounding you right now. It’s raining here so … Continue reading →

Her dog is walking her this afternoon upon a sidewalk carpeted with leaves, and she detects the winter coming soon for it’s too cool today for T shirt sleeves. An apple is reducing in her hand as she ingests each … Continue reading →

I’m taking the rest of the week off. I intend to return next Monday. Meanwhile, here’s a little note: The weatherman suggested we’ll get wet today. He mentioned odds of ten percent, how odd October rain would be, and yet … Continue reading →

October 7th is the date today. It’s Friday and the sky is hazy blue. The temperature is high around the bay and smoggy atmosphere obscures the view. The garbage men will cruise our neighborhoods, but only after poachers play their … Continue reading →

I visited in ‘66 and fell in love. I moved for school and I’m still here, arrested and inspired by the spell, addicted to the lively atmosphere. We form an open ward, but loose and free; we reconfigure gardens but … Continue reading →