Although I love watching the clouds, sometimes the structures that the atmosphere comes up with are just too astonishing for anything. I just love the cloud streets shown in this Cloud Appreciation Society newsletter.
I always enjoy passing along the Cloud Appreciation Society Newsletter and this month it has two things that I especially love – a beautiful day’s edge cloud, and a poem.
…..blowin’ in the wind. Had to go to Palm Springs, then Moreno Valley yesterday, then home. We were forecast a windstorm and we sure got it. The ethereal, formless sky is very powerful when it moves fast. I didn’t see any forecast for rain, but had rain coming home through Cabazon and into the desert floor. (Had I known there was a possibility of rain I would’ve taken the other truck – the windshield wipers on my small truck do not work well.) Saw lots of palm fronds blowing around in Palm Springs, and plenty of dust, a few limbs down.
When I got home, the trash can was on its side on the front porch, and the recycle can was gone entirely. At 11pm and hungry, I was in no mood to go hunting for it, but this morning I found it in the side yard. At that point I also found my 10 foot ocotillo had blown down. Poor thing was in full bloom, and there was a verdin nest in the upper branches, now on the floor, and a distraught verdin hanging around. I put the nest in one of the oleanders – it’s a ball-nest so I have no idea if it contains chicks, eggs or at this point, omelet.
Plans are underway to relocate the ocotillo to the south side yard by the fence. Long shot, but it’s worth a try. I need to wait until tomorrow until I have two other friends who, with my neighbor will help lift the viciously spiny creature, which probably weighs over 200lb.
After the rain the sun….. but this it what it can look like before the rain. A mixture of distant rain and haboob. We have a storm forecast for today – just enough to wash the air and muddy the ground. But it’s not here yet…. (oh please, oh please, one more storm this winter…..)
It got crazy hot over the last couple days and we need another storm. Here it is! Oh wait, if you’re reading this from the east coast, it’s there with you, isn’t it.
Oh wow, just noticed it’s been so long since I’ve had time to blog. It’s been a really** busy nine days. But, in this I was able to write a poem when I was the art fair in Litchfield Park, AZ this weekend – about the primroses in bloom in the desert currently. (Yes, I’ve been taking walks instead of blogging….) And another sonnet towards beating Mr Shakespeare in his number of sonnets.
I never knew that primroses would grow
so close together through the desert dirt.
Amazing that from down there they will know
when one rain will be many, and they’ll spurt
up to the sun. Each little yellow face
so like their cousins from cool, wetter lands.
You would not think they’d grow in such a place
but there they are, amassing through the sands
wheat thick! I cannot walk around but tread
on primroses, most pale, but in between
one got some extra yellow for its head
to stand out from a crowd like none I’ve seen.
A wetter year has grown a primrose lawn,
but they’ll be battered down in the next storm.
I’m dreaming of a wet Christmas
with every neighbor that I’ve met
May your ocotillo bloom red,
and my all your Christmases be wet.