Precip
Sunday, 30 November 2025

The rain we got and the rain that’s predicted surely will knock back our drought situation.
Sunday, 30 November 2025

The rain we got and the rain that’s predicted surely will knock back our drought situation.
Thursday, 20 November 2025

All meteorological reports this morning indicated it was foggy out. Here’s proof!
Wednesday, 12 November 2025

Fine weather today. Not meaning to rub it in if you have had stressful weather, but I’m much happier with our high of 66°F.
Tuesday, 11 November 2025

Ooops. Forgot this poor plant gifted to me months ago. It’s been on its own mostly since. It’s inside now.

This one, on the other hand, is right out in the midst of the Snap, surviving nicely (so far).
Wednesday, 5 November 2025

Boy-o-boy have we had clear and brilliant moon-lit nights lately. I hear we’re headed for a cold snap next week, as in below freezing. Yikes.
Wednesday, 29 October 2025

We had rain all day, but it’s finally stopped. I haven’t seen the figures on how much these several days of on-off precip have reduced our drought.
Monday, 27 October 2025

We got rain off and on all day—mostly drippy rain, the kind that soaks in nicely…which is great because in this area we have a serious deficit that needs remedying.
I include this picture of the Guggenheim museum from last winter, the one in Bilbao. This is day two of our visit, when we walked around outdoors on a gorgeous sunny day. Day one was rainy, and so we went in the museum and looked out rain-streaked windows and soaked in artsiness.
Sunday, 26 October 2025

I heard that much of Jamaica is to get 40 inches of rain. That will be prodigious and horrible. Here, we are expecting spotty rain and some breeziness—a veritable cakewalk in comparison.
Saturday, 18 October 2025

So, midmorning I swept the balcony free of leaves. At 3pm I looked out and found a new crop had recolonized it. I’m looking at you tulip poplars. [Not this taxus, or whatever it is.]
Tuesday, 7 October 2025

On my early walk, I saw our nearest neighbors working on exiting. Sigh.

At the beach, the sun glowed warmly, nurturing life.

Here’s the afternoon sky, and you can see the leaves are slowly turning on the face of the woods. [It’s much quieter, it seems, with the neighbors gone.]

Meanwhile, the Uncle Dave maple is turning faster.