Hello everyone! Here at the beach we've been in the depths of winter, a roller coaster ride of dark and windy and dismal days. Probably not too different where you are [except of course Hunter and Kel, and Lisa if you're reading...].
This weekend Was So Cold...[how cold was it? Lemme tell you!]
Zero! The weatherman says it hasn't been 0* here since 1993. Look at that windchill, 20 below! Mo wore his pj's all day.
Saturday and Sunday were almost too cold for me and Mo to go out. Mo had to wear his hat so his little velvet ears didn't get frostbite.
Indoors we had a lovely Valentine's Day. I got flowers, look! So pretty....
Mo got a new Puppia. Quilted leather with soft furry trim and lining. Puppia Farren harness HERE
And a little fire hydrant to teach him to ''go'' at my friends' yard's designated spot.
I kind of love really cold days, I'm crazy I know. Despite the worry of what to do if the power fails, I enjoy a brisk single digit day. I love layering my bed with flannel sheets and my puffiest down comforter. I put a fleece blanket between the fitted sheet and the mattress cover, then add extra throws on top of the comforter and flannel blanket. Of course if Mo was allowed to sleep in my bed I wouldn't need all this . But he is banned sill.
Okay, so. Cold. But by Monday the temps were in the 50s and monsoon rain was falling, washing most of the snow away, but left floods, potholes and puddles.
The storm cleared briefly at sunset, you can see the break between the two storm fronts.
Mo and I ventured out, looking for signs of spring. A few daffodils, so hopeful.
Mounds of snow here still. Pink in the sunset.
The back lane is so sad. And empty. No charm at all.
Onshore gale winds blew all day Monday and Tuesday, gusts around 50 MPH. The beach has eroded terribly. This giant old dune area survived H Sandy but it looks very damaged as I peer through binoculars. The entire dune seems gone except the last high tip at the beach side.
How the dunes usually look. It is an odd formation at right angles to the upper dunes, like a peninsula. Maybe 30 feet high, old, lots of birds and wildlife live here. The following pix are summer of 2014 and 2015.
The big trucks have been working frantically to my east, trying to shore up the--uh, shore.
The birds are upset, they've been wheeling about all day. I don't know if their roosting space is destroyed or if they are afraid of the giant earth movers.
My own beach is hidden by the big dunes, so I can't tell what happened nearby. I hope to get out there tomorrow to see.
Indoors I am working on my sawtooths.
It's tedious, I only do a few sections each day. The little tips that I snip off have migrated everywhere in my house, prompting endless Dustbustering.
gone to the beach.....
PS Auditioning borders. The black stripe is the original plan. But which way do the sawtooths go?