Category Archives: Nature

A Wind Storm of Historic Proportions

We thought it was MARCH that came in like a lion, not MAY!

Monday night, May 1, following a lovely day, the winds whipped up around 5. We were already warned of tornado possibilities and severe thunderstorms.  Around 7:30 pm, Nature rolled up her sleeve, flexed her bicep, formed a fist, and sucker punched us with wind that spun trees like lassos, and smacked us with walls of rain. Power went out, and Little House Living began for the next four days.  (To read our power outage tips go here and here.) Keep rambling....

Spring Wildflowers

Okay, yes, the snow is really pretty. But change is good.

So when the drifts finally recede, it’s time to keep one’s senses open to all the sights and sounds and smells and any other clues one can find for Spring’s Mountain arrival.

Anything–ANYTHING–poking through the ground is a reason to celebrate.  Even a worm.

So let’s talk early spring wildflowers today.

Coltsfoot IMG_20170420_123111000.jpg
Look, Ma! No leaves!
The first noticeable wildflower is usually mistaken for dandelions. It is Coltsfoot.  The obvious diff between it and your little lawn pest is the lack of leaves! Seriously, you can remember this! These flowers come up BEFORE the leaves, and when was the last time you saw dandelions do that??  That explains their earlier name: “Son-before-the-father.” They get their present name from the leaf shape which, at full-size, truly looks like a pony hoof-print. Keep rambling....

Stella: One Helluva Storm

“Stella. One Helluva Storm.”

Did the Weather Channel know that naming a storm “Stella” would make tagline creation so simple? “Stella: One Helluva” Gosh, that was as easy as a Staples button-push!

Winter Storm Stella, Eagles Mere, PA
Crestmont Drive
Anyway….

They began predicting this She-devil a week in advance. Betting pools pitted American models against European models. Weather weenies like us were glued to our screens like they were smeared with cocaine. Sadly for us, hope for a knock-out against the mountains waned as the days slipped by.

More and more it looked like the Big Cities were going  to be the Big Victims, and as such were in a state of total meltdown. We didn’t even have to be there; we’ve lived there long enough to know. Bread and toilet paper would become currency. Salt and shovels would be front and center in, of all places, drug stores. You’d think city-dwellers in the Mid-Atlantic hadn’t encountered a snowstorm since the last Ice Age. So if there’s going to be a record snowfall, let it be in the mountains and let the Flatlanders battle their rush hours in peace. It would have been easier if the storm’s path hadn’t taken a sharp left turn only eighteen hours prior to hitting. But thanks to the aplomb which mountain folks have toward natural events, we “weathered” it pretty well.

Being the newly-minted expat flatlanders that we were, our shelves Keep rambling....