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| A RELENTLESSLY WINDY DAY AT THE BEACH |
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| NATIVE PUSSY WILLOW'S HAVE SHED THEIR BUD SCALES |
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| BUDDY PLAYING WITH A PIECE OF DRIFTWOOD |
Monday, 9:00 AM. 26 degrees F at the ferry dock, 24 on the back porch. Wind ENE, light with stronger gusts. The sky is partly cloudy, the humidity 64% . The barometer is holding pretty steady, at 30.32". Snow showers, with some accumulation, are predicted through Friday.
Buddy and I got cabin fever yesterday, and decided to head to the beach about 4:30 PM. We didn't stay long. The surf assaulted the dunes relentlessly, and there wasn't another living thing in sight save a lone seagull, riding the wind that roared out of the NE at probably 30 MPH or greater. It was actually difficult to stand against it.
The gale was incessant, and even Buddy thought it rather extreme, although it didn't keep him from finding a small piece of driftwood to toss in the air and catch, over and over again, a game he prefers to play all by himself, thank you very much.
The gale was incessant, and even Buddy thought it rather extreme, although it didn't keep him from finding a small piece of driftwood to toss in the air and catch, over and over again, a game he prefers to play all by himself, thank you very much.
We did manage to investigate the native pussy willows, which have bravely shed their bud scales and are fully in the "pussy" stage now, waiting for warmer weather before they come into full flower.
To put the pussy willows at the beach in some sort of historical and social perspective: they stand naked, sans culottes, against the raging wind.
To put the pussy willows at the beach in some sort of historical and social perspective: they stand naked, sans culottes, against the raging wind.
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