yet more thoughts on making some sort of book from old drawings,
all the while walking dogs and bundling up to check the straits most afternoons
as king tides and winter winds blow us all towards March.
Along the industrial shoreline red ships
and graffitti’d trains were looking [but not feeling] deceptively springlike
when I retrieved the ’45 from Alex’s, primary electrical problems sorted.
Out back of us the Capitol fence mysteriously capitulated one breezy morning
as weather moved in to close the passes by night
yet again…
though by late Friday morning apparently one could, if one enjoys that sort of thing, get in line
and creep over while down here after a dark and rainsplattered morning things cleared up
although the snow on Diablo was, given all the hype ‘n’ hysteria, disappointing.
Into the weekend the weather continued,
whether one wanted it to or not.
All swell as long as one has shelter from the storm[s[…
It’s looking like an upside-down world right now. On the East Coast we have not had ANY winter, most days seem to make it up into the 60’s, and no freeze or snow yet. The early Spring bulbs (snowdrops and the charming small species crocus, and the iris reticulata, a deep rich purple) are fully in bloom. The “Arnold’s Promise” witch hazel usually opens in February so it might not count, but the intensity of the yellow this year suggests enthusiasm. We may pay for all of this during hurricane season next Fall. It may all be only surprises from now on. It could become helpful to just pretend that everything is like it has always been.
Or just enjoy the ride, no matter what.
Fred
Sorry, can you delete one copy of that? I was fooled by it’s not initially having all the red asterisked areas completed, and when I started over . . . . enough said.
That image of the shoreline cum palm blowing wildly was as bleak and wintry as it gets. Otherwise delighted by the wonderful graffiti and the pole. We are having winds like yours, bitterly cold — which I am assuming you get as well.