Tuesday, October 16, 2012

And Thence Returned the Rains

In spite of popular opinion, it does NOT rain all the time in the Northwest.  Matter of fact, this summer was the driest summer on record, and that record stood for 118 years.  We shattered it by I think 2 or 3 weeks.  Everything was so very dry, and the ultra fine, flour-like dust coated everything.  We watered trees we normally don't have to all summer long, and I gave up trying to control the dust coming in the house.  The cows were dingy, the barns coated, and the Gangsta Girls didn't lack for a place to take a dust bath.  Our morning packwalks were lined with trees and blackberries who's green leaves were dulled to a grey-green with dust.  And then, one magical day, the skies clouded over, the wind picked up dry leaves and flung them about as if casting a spell, and then the first few spatters hit the barn roof with a promsing ping.  By then end of that first day, we had almost 3/4" and it was still coming down.  Over the next few days, including this morning, we totaled just under 3".  The skies sparkled, the leaves were green again and already the pastures are greening up.  Cows are clean and pretty again, and the sunrises and sunsets have taken on their fall finery and present their drama to whomever is up and about to see.  Once again, the season shifts into our normal, albeit several weeks early not that I'm complaining, fall and winter cycle.  And there is no place finer to sit around the firepit in the evening with a hot fondue pot and a superb bottle of Oregon wine and listen to the rain on the roof of the gazebo and the leaves of the Norway maple than right here at the ranch.  Come, join us - plenty of wine and fondue to go around

Misty sunrise to the east as the rain squalls roll thru the Willamette Valley

Hey, what's that little umbrella doing there?  Haven't seen that in a LOOOOOONG time!

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