Sunday, March 29, 2015

Renewal

Every season has a special flavor. Spring and Fall have always been my favorites. They are beginnings and endings mingled in time and that, to me, has been their special appeal.

Spring has just begun here in the southern Black Hills. Our daffodils began their journey in late February and continued boldly through late winter snow and cold. Today they are in full blossom and brighten our table at each meal. The grass is green, the bushes are budding ever so cautiously, perhaps waiting for yet another cold spell. The dandelions are popping up in odd places and this past week our hardware store has potted garden plants calling passersby from the stands on the outside street, "look-ey here. I am ready for your garden. Choose me, choose me and I will bring you your favorite veggie." It may be early, but "hope springs eternal"......

And so one of my favorite seasons has erupted once again in our yard, in the neighborhood and along our Fall River. In Fall there is a touch of sadness with the hint of increasing darkness, but in Spring there is only growth, renewal, burgeoning light, fleeting cold and amazing, wonderful hope.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Time Out

Nature has its way. When I don't listen to my own body I get knocked down by a bug. Now I must take time to rest, heal and maybe, just maybe, catch up on reading material put off for over three years. The funny thing is that I really enjoy being involved in many volunteer activities. I have a difficult time saying "no" to requests, but now I have to slow down, take a breather, let myself heal and live "the virtue of selfishness".

If I don't take care of myself first, then nothing else of use will follow. I have known this for years. I have preached it to others. When will I listen to my own advice? You would thing in my mature years I would be living in the correct order...self first, then others. It is as they tell the parents on the airplanes, "If the oxygen mask comes down you put it on yourself first before your child or you may not live to take care of your child." It makes sense!

Now, for this time, and hopefully for all time, I will remember to heed this advice from many far wiser than I. At this moment I may be too miserable to catch up on reading, but I will rest, do the liquid thing and chicken soup. Life will go on without me. It always has and always will.

Later.......

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Letter from Alaska


Feb 25, 2015

Although there is still 2' of snow on the ground, it sure looks like Winter is waning. Temperatures the past couple weeks ran from +20-+40. The last couple nights sleep has been disturbed by large sheets of the 3+ feet of snow sliding off the roof.


This is nice, no doubt but at the same time is worrisome. When I came to Alaska in 1990, Winter began in earnest near the beginning of October. I well remember answering my door on Halloween to see heavily clothed kids with their treat bags open at -30 degrees.


Other sure signs of winter included the freezing of the rivers. By mid December, my trapper friends were crossing these fast and powerful behemoths on foot and by snow machine. This year they never really froze over with any certainty. "Our" river is the fastest in Alaska, running about 25 nautical miles an hour and pushing anything in its way, out of its way with aplomb. As of this date, it still has some open water and more showing up daily.


But, as local rivers go, it is not huge - less than a hundred feet across. Barely a tenth of a mile down it empties into the Copper River which can expand to more than a mile across. Into the Copper run all the rivers from the surrounding Wrangle-St. Elias and Chugach mountains some 90 miles or so to Prince William Sound and from their to the Northern Pacific. This year it still has much open water.


Last months newspaper had an article about our permafrost melt problem and it's potential problems of not only buckling buildings and roads but releasing enormous amounts of CO and CO2 into the atmosphere that has previously been stored in the permanently frozen ground since the last ice age.


As predicted by all the old and recent climate studies, the Arctic and Northern Latitudes would warm at an early and excessive rate before it worked its way South. The rate in the last couple years is holding at 2 degrees - about twice as much as "Outside" as we call anyplace that is not here.


Hm-m - just had a flash from wa-a-a-y back, unbidden, crashing into my Alaskaness. Maine, on the other northern corner of this country call's people who aren't born there as "coming from away". When I was a child, Bangor was full of snow - as kids, we made tunnels everywhere. By the 1960's, winters were more ice and rain. This year (2014-5) is a return to the old days - with a vengeance.


Today's news had an article that the meltage that I observe by simply living here is now officially putting 1.5x the fresh water into the North Pacific as the entire Mississippi is pouring into the Gulf of Mexico. I'd say that's a pretty solid indicator as the grand old Mississippi drains 31 States and 2 Canadian provinces.

By 'just living here', well, I live on a river so I have to pay attention to its speed and height. When I first got here, there were real Glaciers that came up very close to the highway. Now you can't even see where they were - they're back in the mountains somewhere. But, for the 'gold standard' of proof, consider this. Anchorage makes millions on the start of the Iditarod - but not this year. No snow on the ground. This has happened on occasion previously, so it is no big deal to move it out to "Big Lake", about 50 miles NE of Anchorage but... no snow there either. OK , make the unheard of move 300 miles north to Fairbanks. Oops, hanging near freezing barely up in Fairbanks, where to go now? 



Spring certainly isn't here yet but it is for sure not winter. Winter could return with a vengeance but it's a wait and see game. We've had "Chinooks" before - sudden warmup even moving 50 degrees in a matter of hours but this one had no wind and it's hanging around instead of going back down as suddenly as it went up.

Up until some time in the late 1990's/early 2000's, no outside planting could be done before about June 10th due to ground temps. Most of us have greenhouses but even they needed heat in May.


I'll write again when I see the buds coming out - normally not until late April but if this keeps on, it could be March. When I came here it Winter was 7 months long - this year looks like maybe 2-3 months long. Scary stuff.




OK - been holding off of sending this as the weather is so confusing. Last week various songbirds came back and were a joy to hear - particularly about a month before normal. Then suddenly it dropped to -30 for 3 nights and is now on its way up to 'above freezing'. Hope the songbirds didn't all die off. Our bird feeders are busy but with mostly our winter Redpolls, Grosbeaks, Jays and magpies and yesterday a very hungry woodpecker.

Later, Mary


--


I returned, and saw under the sun, 


that the race is not to the swift, 

         nor the battle to the strong,

 

neither yet bread to the wise, 

                     nor yet riches to men of understanding, 

                              nor yet favour to men of skill;

                                                               


                                             

but time and chance happeneth to them all.

 Ecclesiastes 9:11


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Neighborhood Watch

Our neighbor is a spunky, going on ninety, white-haired active lady. I have a view of her comings and goings from my kitchen window. It overlooks her back door, yard and garage. She attends many meetings such as card playing at the senior center, alumni groups, church activities and what-all. With the exception of gardening in her immaculately groomed back yard, she lights out dressed fashionably in dresses, hose and heels.

Now I gave up all my dresses and such years ago when I retired. When we moved to the Black Hills only jeans and a few dressier pants remained in my wardrobe. My life style is to remain comfortable and that includes no nylons, heels or dresses, but as I am doing the dishes and watch this elegant lady stride to her next event, I admire her carefully matched clothes. It brings back fond memories of my mother and those "good ole days."

This morning as I was working at the kitchen sink I saw our neighbor sitting on a lawn chair in the warm sun waiting for her aging miniature poodle to finish its daily routine. She had her hand up to the side of her face and I casually thought, "Nancy is on her cell phone." That would be the usual "today" thought to think, but following quickly on my first thought I looked more closely and realized that her hand was up to shield her face from the sun. I sighed a soft sigh of relief. She remained stolidly in those days swiftly disappearing from our modern world. She had no cell phone. She could wait until she got inside to take any messages. She was enjoying the spring warmth and enveloped in peaceful quiet. It was her time of quiet reflection.

As I write these words I realize that those brief moments I have of our neighbor bring warm memories and comfort. For me it is better than watching an old movie. It is real and today. Thank you, Nancy. You bring the past into this day. Long may these treasured moments remain!

Sunday, March 8, 2015

American Sniper


There was an unusually large crowd in our local movie theatre. Understand that this historic building is a local treasure and a gathering place for movie buffs who prefer to see a movie on a large screen in, an at-times, cold surroundings among friends and neighbors who chat amiably before and after the movies. Unlike many of the large city movie houses, the local crowd is politely quiet during the movie, respecting the rights of the other attendees.

We were greeted by many as we took our seats for the second-night showing of American Sniper. The line for the popcorn was so lengthy that we skipped the usual movie treats while choosing preferable seats among the locals sharing the latest scuttlebutt.

There were many in the theatre wearing hats or jackets that identified them as a veteran. That was no surprise; we are, after all, the Veterans Town, with both a VA facility and a State Home for Veterans. We are also still in the battle to try to save our very special VA in this peaceful, rural setting, conducive to recovery of those suffering from PTSD or other emotional issues.

The movie began, taking us all into the midst of the war in Iraq with soldiers going door to door, breaking down the doors they believed hid the armed enemy soldiers. The hero of the movie was a famed sniper who carefully took down any who threatened his fellow soldiers. The movie also drew us into the affect of his four tours on his wife and his increasing PTSD.

There was not a sound from the audience around us during the film, with the exception of one veteran who suddenly left the theatre. The movie was over and the audience filed out silently. I heard none of the usual light exchanges of banter. I do not know the feelings of the rest of the crowd. I only know that this movie sent me a strong anti-war message and I felt an even greater empathy for combat veterans and their families.

I do wonder about our veterans suffering from PTSD. How will this movie affect them? At this time I am not ready to ask them....not now, but maybe soon, or never.

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