As if it wasn’t enough to break the all time record for rain earlier this year (144 wet days, and almost 45 inches of rain between last October and April) we are now set to break the record for most days without measurable rain (51 days) tomorrow. To top it off, the uncharacteristically hot weather and the smoke from wildfires up north have made for vivid orange sunsets.
About an hour before the sun went down tonight it hovered low in the west looking like a blood orange. I don’t know how to capture that kind of color; maybe some day I will. In the meantime, I found the glow through the trees quite beautiful.
After the promised high temperatures enjoyed their run for little more than 24 hours, they left abruptly and thunder and lightning and heavy rain took their place. We sat inside, watching and listening, occasionally poking our head out to see the jagged spires light up the sky.
After the thorough pounding and rumbling and crackling for hours on end, the rain finally took a break and I ventured out to see what the storm had done, which was to make everything cleaner and fresher and greener.
Looking up I was most impressed by the clouds which hung dramatically and beautifully every direction I turned.
I hurried back inside before the next explosion of thunder and rain occurred, bringing with it a flicker of power outage while writing this post. Through my office window I capture the last image of the day. Oh!
By now you may have heard that we are experiencing the rainiest October through April in Seattle since 1895 when records began to be kept. We have received almost 45 inches of rain since October 1st and April is not over yet. And yes, it feels like it.
Still, when the sky clears I’ve become fond of chasing sunsets which manage to make an occasional dramatic appearance rainy day or not. Earlier this week I settled for the golden glow in the garden shortly before the sun went down.
And a few minutes later I enjoyed colorful clouds behind the evergreens.
One rainy day followed by a clear evening with two different garden views gave me a little more practice with my camera and the setting sun.
Another cold and rainy day in the Pacific Northwest and a Monday besides. Though all things are green in the garden, work will have to wait. We have been promised a day of sunshine this week and are hoping the promise is not vain.
Tucked inside, Mom and I play cribbage (don’t ask who won) and Tiger watches nearby, happy to be where we are.
Benji is tuckered out from last night’s prowling about and curls up for a good nap near the fire. He is dreaming of tonight’s adventure.
I woke up this morning to the sound of another torrential downpour and after much consideration over a steaming latte decided I would not be deterred. There would be enough breaks in the rain and places to shelter; I would proceed with plans to work in the garden.
I would target my herb bed where the rosemary had become a tree crowding out everything else. Out he would come to be replaced with a smaller version that hopefully would be contained. I would add another variety of lavender to the bed and surround it with some new varieties of mint. One simply cannot have too much lavender.
I would plant the fuschia starts along with some basket stuffers and hope they do better than last year. Isn’t spring gardening (like spring baseball) all about hope?
And I would stop to admire the delicacy of the azalea, the faithful and often underappreciated workhorse of the Northwest garden.