The fine Pacific Northwest weather of spring-like sunny days in the 60s is coming to a close. Rain will be moving in later this afternoon. Snow is predicted for the mountains – a good thing since the snow pack is only 7% of normal! A good snow pack is crucial for the water table, farmers and water reservoirs.
The sky was ever changing, different in every direction. Looking North below.
Glowing brilliance to the East.
Across the creek and heading North is a house with a juxtaposition of Christmas lights, blooming camellias and the 4th of July.
The fiery sky beyond the eastern ridge mellowing.
Clouds coming in from the Pacific Ocean about 70 road miles west.
High winds blowing from the East made streamers of the wispy clouds. The high pressure is dropping and soon the prevailing winds will blow in from the southwest bringing rain.
Down the rise, across the bridge, back into town.
Across from the post office a tree caught my eye. Were those unfurling leafs? What kind of tree was it?
Crossing the street to inspect the tree I discover to my immense delight…
Pussy willow with its blooming catkins! (It’s ironic that catkins from a smaller hazelnut tree beside the willow is what first caught my attention to the bigger tree.)
To think that all these years I’d not paid attention to this tree. My heart did little pitter-patters with happiness at the sight.