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Weather Change

After a brutal summer, we are enjoying a major change in temperature: a high of 87 yesterday and 55 this morning as storms hit the northwest and Canada.

As I’ve posted before, my father’s model for predicting the weather was based on a 30-day cycle beginning with noticeable changes in the month of August. If these changes were confirmed in September, he would count on rain on those days in October and/or November. My brother and I still rely to some degree on his model, but with the volatility of the weather in recent years, it’s anyone’s guess.

We’ve begun feeding as we wait for our first calves to arrive. We’ve moved our calving date back two weeks, from the first to the fifteenth, in response to the trend of high temperatures in early September. Not only is the heat hard on calving cows, but often there’s always a couple of first-calf heifers that leave their newborns in a hundred degree sun.

September also brings the catalogs for bull sales in California that offer a wide array of Genomic Enhanced Expected Progeny Data as well as links to videos of the bulls. I still rely on my eye, but it’s a far cry from the old days when I was starting out.

As the days get shorter, we still expect the temperatures to return to the century mark, but for the moment it’s delightful.

JOINT ACCOUNTS

 

Yesterday’s rain

runs in rivulets

towards the creek

 

across the shoulder

of the road

and growing traffic—

 

Pond Turtle shell

glistening still

with all the wild

 

totems we lay claim to

in our joint accounts.

 

SURPRISE RAIN

Mud from head to toe
before the bus to school,
how could I know

I’d never bring it home—
never be the hero
of black and white westerns.

But a lifetime chasing rainbows
has been enough
without the pot of gold.



WAITING ON A BLUE EVENING

 

Despite the advance of new scientific instruments utilized for weather modeling, this year’s  Atmospheric River phenomenon for Central California hasn’t followed predictions.  However, we have enjoyed beautiful weather and average rainfall standing currently at 10 inches with March and April yet to go.  Last summer seemed cooler, fall and winter warmer with yesterday’s high reaching 71 degrees.

 

Robbin snapped this photo about the time the deluge was forecast to arrive yesterday evening, but it didn’t start raining until 3:00 this morning. I love the rainy days, almost always smug when the experts are wrong.

 

REVISITING RIP VAN WINKLE

 

Flash after flash above

a steely barrage of pellets—

an opaque torrent of gray rain

 

cut by the crack of thunder

as if the gods were falling timber

or sawing logs—

 

or just inebriated

in the mountains

playing nine pins.

 

 

Atmospheric Rivers Clean-Up

 

With a couple of “burn days” between rain showers this week, we’ve lit the piles of debris and deadfall that settled here where the canyon widens that were brought down with last spring’s atmospheric rivers.  With air quality a concern in the San Joaquin Valley, burn days can be hard to come by.  Not only are we reducing hazardous fuel in the event of a wildfire, but eliminating the limbs, mostly sycamore that burn quickly compared to oak, we saved our watergap fences between pastures and neighbors when Dry Creek rises again.  Lastly, we’ve eliminated a potential logjam at McKay’s Point where part of the Kaweah River is diverted to the St. John’s fork that ultimately passes north of Visalia.

 

 

RIDGELINE

 

A bustling world of change

with all its shenanigans beyond

the renewed green after rain,

 

beyond the ridgeline that has stayed

the same for a thousand lifetimes,

ever since Tro’khud, the Eagle

 

and Wee-hay’-sit, the Mountain Lion

shaped a body from clay

and baked it in the house of tules

 

they had set afire. Then put a piece

of him in a basket and set it beside

Sho-no’-yoo spring to become his mate.

 

They made mistakes like paws for hands

they had to change—but for a moment

they were safe this side of the ridge.

 

 

HAPPY NEW YEAR

 

I’s been a great week between Christmas and New Years with Robbin’s brother Joe here to help out cutting wood, splitting oak, hanging gates, cleaning-up the Horehound, Turkey Mullein and tumbleweeds along the driveway, not to mention vehicle maintenance while getting 0.34″ slow rain that has revitalized our green.  We’ve taken time-out around the BBQ fire pit with Bloody Mary’s and a Mexican Coffee to celebrate our accomplishments.

 

Though I would have liked the rain to come a month earlier, the weather’s been perfect, rain spaced well with warm temperatures as the canyon has turned from blond dry feed to green.  The cows and calves have moved to the softened ground uphill to get a bite of both as we watch the virgin Red Angus bulls, close-by, fumbled their way to breeding postures.  As Robbin quips, “It’s a wonder we get any calves at all.” 

This is what we work for, an uncertain future, and wish you all a joyful 2024 !!

SLEEPING BEES

 

A bower for sleeping bees,

the ground begs softly

beneath the burning trees

to foster cotyledons

and change the canyon green.

 

No cars on the road,

silence weighs heavily,

not a bird or bull’s bawl

to claim the open space

that’s come alive.

 

The gray sky witness

floats in a cloud-fog

damp and undemanding

as the long pause of winter

moves into a new beginning.

 

 

 

 

WINTER SOLSTICE 2023

 

A few blue clouds float

upon a light gray sky

above Barnaphy after

 

the surprise last gasp

of a cut-off low

cruising south to flood

 

California’s coast—

a warm forty hundredths here

brings a tinge of green.

 

Sycamores like torches afire,

not quite ready to undress

their long white limbs

 

intertwined, plump Rockettes,

our native chorus line

burns along the creek.

 

The cattle stay high,

all but a hopeful clutch

spurn the feed grounds.