Like streamlined bullets, they rocketed in, necks and backs arched, wings rigidly cupped and set in downward half circles, the green-headed mallard drake and the mottled brown hen slammed into the pond, orange, webbed feet kissing the brownish water and skidding to a stop within five feet of touchdown…at the Cuddy Park in Anchorage. Experiencing such beauty…is it any wonder the lad fell in love with the outdoors?
It wasn’t a bird…too quiet. Superman? Not loud enough. It wasn’t a plane, either, though it sounded like one. The roaring jet engine was actually rumbling wind, forecast at 80-plus miles an hour and scouring our neighborhood. Seventy-foot tall birch and eighty-foot tall spruce danced in rebellion, their tops swaying fifteen to twenty feet either way, violently whipping their limbs in opposition. But the rumbling continued. As forecast, the wind subsided in the late afternoon. Now the leafless limbs of the birch and the green-black needles of the spruce evolve into a golden sheen with the setting sun. And the storm subsides into serene beauty.
I believe in miracles. Yesterday it was 30-ish degrees and with white covered ground. Winter. Today it’s 43 degrees and windy with green ground. Wow! Just like that, winter’s over and it’s spring again. Ain’t that sweet?
Where’s there’s a way, there’s a will.
Almost. About an inch of snow on the ground; lots of ditch divers; but around noon the roads began clearing and snow evaporating. Looks like the winter chores have another shot at being accomplished. Hope so. Thirty-two degrees at 5:30 PM and absolutely gorgeous in Anchorage.
Credit where due. Weather forecasters said snow today and tomorrow. Sure enough the rain fairies showed up this morning and by 3 PM we had half an inch or more of those little critters all over our yard. We’re wondering what will develop in the next few days because next week is forecast in the 40’s.
Many a person complained about the wet summer. I’m not getting any help from Google but in our 50 year residency in Anchor Town we think it might have been one of the wettest on record. However today is beautiful–from 12 degrees this morning to 27 by 3 o’clock PM. Great day to split and stack firewood for winter’s use. Great day to come inside, drink warm tea and continue edit of SAFE with Bears; I’m 1/6 of the way through 600 pp. Have a great week-end. I plan to be on the volleyball court tomorrow from 9:30 till noon being schooled by the competitors.
Got my happy pill today. God got me out of bed. I cut my hair-wife trimmed. Took shower. Ate sausage links and fried egg all by myself, after Pam prepared them. I’m ready for the day–more logs to buck, split, stack…and examine six other trees for more of the same. Blue sky and 20 degrees. Yeah!
If you’re not a soup lover, this soup will convert you. Prepared by my wife Pam.
Chicken soup Oct. 3, 2017
4 c. water
2 cubes vegetable broth (Rapunzel)
4 oz. can mushrooms and liquid
1 T butter
¾ grated large carrot
1 large celery stalk/chopped fine
½ large onion chopped fine
1/8 T pepper
¾ T salt
3 to 4 cups diced chicken (ours was baked)
Just back from Th. through Sat. Fbnx run, up Parks, back Richardson. So much beauty. Everywhere you look is a picture. Saw bald eagle, few Canada honkers, squirrels, few moose near home and a roughed grouse. The roughed grouse took a hit from our truck but when I went back to see if it had a broken wing, I shooed it off the center of the highway and it flew away…not so roughed. Many highlights including Faires in North Pole and Chena Hot Springs hot water.