For the past few days, there have been lots of warnings about the “Icepocalypse” that was coming for us late Saturday night. The handful of days immediately preceding the wintry disaster, however, couldn’t have been more different. The past week, after all that unseasonably frosty weather at the end of November and early December, has been an 180 degree turn into a spell of unusually warm moist days, lasting all the way through until Saturday the 7th.
For most of this past week, I’ve been busy with work/family obligations; plus, quite frankly, I’ve been having a harder time discovering new and novel images or manifestations of the season. We’re in the home stretch of the year, and for the most part, the natural world has shut down for the winter. There hasn’t been much new vegetative or fungal growth, but it hasn’t been cold enough for snow or ice, just a gradual shutting down and withering away of all of the growth that has accumulated throughout the year. Like these withered figs, killed by frost before they had a chance to ripen and be eaten.
Although the past week has been a little damp, Friday morning was the big storm day. Although it only rained for a couple of hours, it was quite the torrential storm, with thunder and lightning as though we were back in the summer. The next day, many spots in the garden had standing water.
All in all, Saturday was pretty pleasant, cold but not oppressively so, a good day to get outside sandwiched between two days of wet and/or icy storm. Took this photo on Saturday afternoon while I made my way down to the weekly ultimate frisbee game.
I had a few minutes to spare before the game started, so I took a quick walk through the woods near the river, to see what effect a few days of abundant rain and above-freezing temperatures had made.
I saw a few oysters, the first I’d seen in over a month. These little guys probably won’t grow all that big before they get killed by the upcoming ice storm.
And a big downed tree covered with puffballs, riddled with stringy puffball mycelium.
Like the garden, the forest down by the river had a lot of standing water from Friday’s storm.
The South Anna River itself was running fairly high, but well below flood stage. The forecast is for several days of rain/ice/snow/mix, so I wouldn’t be too surprised if we got some flooding between now and Wednesday.
Saturday’s frisbee game was the first we’ve played on the upper field, our “winter lot.” Our normal frisbee field is a patch of flat down at the bottom of a hollow, with a creek along one side. This makes it pretty good in hot, dry weather, as it stays moist and green even when we haven’t had much rain. It’s also nice that when we’re playing in late afternoon and evening, there’s plenty of shade. But during the winter months, the lower field never fully dries out, and if we play on the field when its cold and wet, it’s easy to strip away all the grass, leaving a horrible mud pit. So from December through March, we play on the field up at the top of the hill, which is much better suited to winter activity. It’s also much more open and (to me, at least) more scenic, with a row of large trees along the north side and a nice view of the community to the south.
On this afternoon, we played on into the afternoon until the sun started to go down. At this time of year, so close to the winter solstice, the sun begins to set around 5 in the afternoon. This photo, one of our largest oak trees holding onto just a last few dried up leaves, was taken about 15 minutes before the sun began to set.
I wound up skipping the post-frisbee sauna this afternoon, but took this “late afternoon in late fall” shot as I headed home.
Looking off to the southwest, where most of our storms come from. The forecast is for an “icepocalypse,” which is predicted to shut down roads, cause power outages, and generally make life miserable for the next few days. I’ll keep you posted (depending on the durability of our power and internet).