Archive for February 2015
I was just getting ready to make a blog entry about our beautiful green ride yesterday, when the phone rang. It was Sarah, to tell us that there had just been a wreck up on Manor, and a car had ended up off the road. Billy questioned her closely, just to make sure the car hadn’t hit the fence, and then I went down to see just what had happened.
Yes, there was a car off the road, and no, it hadn’t hit the fence. The man driving it, though, was very, very lucky.
Apparently he was rounding the curve in his cute little Eclipse when a tire blew out. It was possible that he was going too fast, but it seems as if he had been speeding much, the car would have rolled instead of simply spinning out. If he had rolled his little convertible, I can’t see how he would have survived. I imagine that’s him, sitting there looking understandably shaken.
In a few minutes, a fire truck showed up . . .
Then an ambulance . . .
. . . which I hope wasn’t required. The dogs had followed me down, and when a little Chihuahua held in a witness’s arms started shrieking (for no reason I could see) they wanted to go up and investigate. I hurriedly called them back, and we headed for the house before they got into trouble.
It could have been a lot worse.
It has just started raining — hooray!
Here are just a few of the ride pictures. I’ll post more tomorrow . . . probably.
Peaches coming back to see why Marion and I had stopped.
Green, green, green.
A tree that a beaver had chomped . . .
A view of the beaver pond . . .
Looking downriver from the weirs. Not much water visible, but lots of gone-to-seed cattails.
More tomorrow . . . probably!
. . . just to say that Marion and I had a wonderful ride today. We saw lupines! And heard meadowlarks!
But I’ll download the pictures and write about it tomorrow. Meanwhile, here’s a picture of Bella . . .
. . . just because she’s so cute!
Last night the news was full of the incoming thunderstorm. Lightning, thunder, and nickel-sized hail was being predicted. It sounded pretty scary.
As the sun went down, it looked pretty scary, too.
However, Cisco, who was playing in the arena, was not impressed.
He was right, too. The storm passed to the north of us, and none of the dire predictions came to pass. At least, not here.
We’re hoping for another storm this coming weekend, and maybe another after that. Rainfall is getting close to normal.
The sound you may hear is me, knocking on wood. Knock . . . knock . . . knock . . .
. . . and rain in the valley. A good rain; the news this morning said .68, but Lori B.’s rain gauge looked like it was a bit more.
When we got up this morning, there were plenty of puddles.
The horses were philosophical about the whole thing.
They weren’t even excited about the snow on the mountains.
I don’t think that we saw any snow up there last year at all.
It stayed cool and windy all day, but we didn’t see any more rain.
We heard on the news at noon that there were reports of hail in other parts of the county, and even a photo of what appeared to be a funnel cloud. Meanwhile, there are predictions for more rain by next weekend. It won’t end the drought, but it’ll put a dent in it!
The spring flowers at the nurseries, that is. I bought a sweet-faced viola . . .
. . . and a heart’s-blood crimson ranuncunculus — or whatever. (It’s like spelling banana — the trick is knowing when to stop spelling it!)
Spring hasn’t even really begun, even here. There are lots more flowers out there — soon to be here, if I have my way.
Peaches, being a Golden Retriever, is a very good and enthusiastic swimmer. When there’s not a chance to swim, she’ll settle for a dip in a horse trough. Marion forwarded some photos that demonstrate this. As usual, I provide the translation from the Golden.
“I’ll bet you horses didn’t know you had a spa in here!”
“This is the life. I can almost turn around!”
“Well, I’d better get out. It’s almost time for dinner, anyway, and I don’t want that Xena to beat me to it.”
“Ungh! Ungh! This getting-out is a lot harder than it looks . . . ”
She made it, eventually. We’re still trying to get a shot of her getting in. That’s even funnier.
I hope all of these ride photos aren’t boring, but we’re determined to keep on making the most of the green. Already, in these shots, there are changes. A yellow-green cast to the grass shows that it is heading out already. These are annual grasses, and they produce seed heads when they are at the end of their growth. In a good year, it might not be for a while yet; in a really bad year, they might go to seed when they’re only a couple of inches tall. This year was better than last, but that’s about all you can say for it.
But we’re enjoying it now. Here’s a shot of the trail, without Kitty’s ears. The scars and trails on the bluffs are easy to see, with the green pointing them up.
Here’s one with Kitty’s ears. I like it better.
They’ve added benches beside the new signs. I understand that they convert into tables, in case you should feel like a picnic.
We spotted what might have been a couple of scraps of white paper . . .
A little closer, and it proved to be a pair of egrets. They flew ahead of us several times, but always landed together; so perhaps they were really a mated pair.
We found a few lupines along the “Lupine Trail”. Here’s one.
There were a few spots where the grass had not yet made seed heads. Here’s one, beside an old, old willow.
Marion took some pictures of Kitty and me and the dogs, and kindly forwarded them.
She got some pictures of Peaches doing what Peaches does best, too. I’ll show those tomorrow.