It’s been a long 6 months since I took this picture of our Tree.
An unusually clear day in our Summer of Smoke
The heat, and the smoke, and my ‘chitis, lingered long into Autumn.
But the leaves did eventually start to turn
Winter’s first chill put a halo of frost around the fallen leaves.
Brrrr, that’s brisk
Then, this being the Fraser Valley, it rained, and rained, and rained.
After the summer we had I wasn’t about to complain
We put up some Christmas decorations …
If you look close you can see real fairies with their wee lanterns lighting up the glitter. 🙂
… and had ourselves a merry little (white) Christmas.
My little cellphone even managed to capture the white stuff as it fell
Coco the Community Cat came to visit and admire the view.
Of course I’m not going to look into that strange thing you’re shoving in my face. It could steal my soul … and then you’d be sorry!
Two days later the snow turned to ice. 5 cm (2″) on the first day!
I probably shouldn’t’ve budded this early
Trees bowed and broke under the weight. Power lines were knocked out. We knew it was coming, there’d been enough warnings from the weather bureau. Our 72 hour emergency plan stood us in good stead, but we were stretched to the limit at the end. Now we have a 144 hour (6 day) emergency supply of fuels, (gasoline, kerosene, propane) and storage and purification capacity for 120 liters (31 gallons) of water.
The staccato sounds of falling trees snapped through the crystal air without cease.
Bending under the weight
What was beautiful and soft turned into dangerous and beautiful.
The sun came out and we sent out to see what we could see
A neighbour’s maple trees became a curtain of ice
Ice everywhere, over everything
A wire fence became an instant icicle factory
Down by the lake Grandmother Willow had succumbed to the weight on her ancient branches
The hedge across the way became a frozen waterfall
We sat in our little house, snug and warm, and read, and passed the time disconnected from the rest of the world, but at peace with it as well.
The next morning we pulled up the blinds on our study window and saw what had become of our Winter Tree
Two major branches, gone. Frozen to the ground, waiting for the thaw
Coco came to commiserate
As did a deer, who must’ve come across the lake after it froze
In spite of all the damage across our island and indeed the entire region, we held no animosity, perhaps a little sorrow, but in the face of such a beautiful blue sky, it didn’t last.
Winter on Widder Island