Friday, September 28, 2012

Fall Trees and Shameless Plug

North wind whispers in the spruce,

“Winter follows in my wake.”
Sleepy birch nod in agreement
And cast their treasured gold adrift. 

In September light they stand,
Watching over steaming lake.
Filligree’d with shaded frost,
And glistening where the sunbeam strikes.

With each and every zephyr’s sweeping,
The signs of summer glide away.
Soon denuded arms are reaching
To pull the shade of winter’s white.

Time for the SHAMELESS PLUG:  As I've noted on the blog previously, I've been working on a second e-book volume in the Of Moose and Men series. IT IS FINALLY DONE AND AVAILABLE for download from Amazon for the Kindle. (If you don't have a Kindle, you can still read it, and other Kindle books, by downloading the free Kindle app.) If you would like to go to Amazon and check it out, click HERE FOR THE LINK. As always, I'd love to hear your comments and reviews. Thanks for your time.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

September Rains

One massive low system after another this year

September is a four-week stretch of change. Once the first week of September has passed, frosts on those rare clear nights are no big surprise. In September, birch and aspen trees go from green to yellow. The leaves go from limb to ground - generally because they have been pummeled by driven rain. September is wet, at best, and wet and windy as the rule.

That’s not to say we don’t get some beautiful weather during the month. On those days when the sun comes out, the fall colors become almost blinding. The way I figure it, one sunny day in September is worth a hundred any other time of the year. Also by the way I figure, that is about the ratio.

September day two years ago
So far, this September has been unusually stormy. Massive low pressure systems have been rolling across the Bering Sea in continuous succession. It’s a good thing the National Weather Service assigns only young meteorologists to Alaska; old guys would never be able to outrun the angry mobs. 

Kenai doesn’t often suffer much in the way of persistent, hard rain. The norm is a slow, steady, unrelenting drizzle. This September has been different. Sure, we’ve had drizzle, but only as brief spates interrupting the heavy downpours. You know things are bad when the slugs in your garden take to wearing life jackets. Portions of our back yard have become “water features.” One wouldn't think pea gravel could hold water. If things keep up, I may be tempted to try stocking the yard with trout.

Maybe not a smile, but a grimace

Of course, with the crummy weather, colds and “the crud” are making the rounds. It seems as if half the people in the area are coming down with some kind of minor malady. It’s not just people that are affected. Our garden gnomes have some sort of trench foot, or fungus issue due the constant wet. They don’t complain, or even quit smiling, but man, that’s gotta be uncomfortable!

Oh well, September is more than half over, and October can be counted on to provide some drier, albeit colder, days. For now, the very best I can say for September’s rains is that at least there isn’t any shoveling involved. And too, things could be worse. We may have gotten two inches of rain on Sunday, but that's ten inches less than what Valdez got.