tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611983692965659884.post2841069839472472215..comments2024-02-28T17:42:05.365-05:00Comments on Outside Clyde: Cold ForceChristopher C. NChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15621322814577793080noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611983692965659884.post-62958876094757081442007-12-31T12:49:00.000-05:002007-12-31T12:49:00.000-05:00I hear the tree cracking you speak of in the winte...I hear the tree cracking you speak of in the winter, too. The river makes even more strange noises, with big frozen chunks shifting from the current running underneath. It sounds like glass in the spring as it breaks up, but while freezing it sounds more like boulders falling-fairly unsettling.lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18133943147518051559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611983692965659884.post-37455360087540566342007-12-20T21:57:00.000-05:002007-12-20T21:57:00.000-05:00"Cigars of misery" is a term I heard once for wint..."Cigars of misery" is a term I heard once for winter rhodos and I agree.EALhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03339266900036592543noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611983692965659884.post-90859909564506377292007-12-20T17:01:00.000-05:002007-12-20T17:01:00.000-05:00Kim I am sure I will plant more Rhododendrons. The...Kim I am sure I will plant more Rhododendrons. There are native ones on my parcel already that need some TLC. It may take a few years for me to get used to how pitiful they look when the leaves droop and curl in the below freezing cold. I just don't think I am ready to stare at one all day through a windowChristopher C. NChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15621322814577793080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611983692965659884.post-4082751448815841932007-12-19T23:03:00.000-05:002007-12-19T23:03:00.000-05:00I don't necessarily think that should preclude pla...I don't necessarily think that should preclude planting a rhododendron... frankly, I've posted pics of mine in that state as well, and sometimes it's fun to watch the leaves close one day and be more open on the next, then close again the following...<BR/><BR/>But then, we have chilly winters. I take my winter interest where I can get it, even if it's in watching rhododendron leaves. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14395380166485303934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611983692965659884.post-49255242687071269822007-12-19T14:17:00.000-05:002007-12-19T14:17:00.000-05:00Chuck is right. You have to flip your thinking ab...Chuck is right. You have to flip your thinking about. There is no such thing as cold. There is only heat. When the heat goes, we feel it.<BR/><BR/>The "power" you are feeling is "longing." The heat of life is absent.<BR/><BR/>It is like a lover in a room. When he/she/it is there, it is summer. When not, winter.<BR/><BR/>The power you feel is a void. When heat goes away, life goes with it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611983692965659884.post-85035930095720654712007-12-18T20:09:00.000-05:002007-12-18T20:09:00.000-05:00This forest is not in the least bit quiet so far. ...This forest is not in the least bit quiet so far. I am still adjusting to the sounds, familiarizing myself with them so I will be able to tell friend from foe. Maybe with a thick coating of snow it will quiet down for a spell.Christopher C. NChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15621322814577793080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611983692965659884.post-48639125982585014142007-12-18T13:08:00.000-05:002007-12-18T13:08:00.000-05:00I love the sounds you describe. I alwyas look for...I love the sounds you describe. I alwyas look forward to hearing what the trees say about the wind, rain and snow.Lisa at Greenbowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07743973292900758183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611983692965659884.post-82196917493992130182007-12-18T12:26:00.000-05:002007-12-18T12:26:00.000-05:00Ice storms. Lots of damage and power outages, but ...Ice storms. Lots of damage and power outages, but facinating.<BR/><BR/>The silence is astounding. Just the tinkle of ice crystals and the occasional crash of a tree branch falling (hopefully not on a house).<BR/><BR/>It is a beautiful, silent time.Cherylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12367467798229082341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611983692965659884.post-64649644690872373742007-12-18T05:13:00.000-05:002007-12-18T05:13:00.000-05:00Cold is an interesting concept, isn't it? Since ...Cold is an interesting concept, isn't it? <BR/><BR/>Since I don't live in a woods or spend a lot of time outdoors in the winter, I don't hear the cracking that you describe. Wait until you have a good covering of snow, go ouside when it is calm and you will hear... practically nothing. The snow muffles all the usual sounds.Carol Michelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07796344366326535406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2611983692965659884.post-50608176551966439572007-12-17T23:27:00.000-05:002007-12-17T23:27:00.000-05:00Now you can turn it around and think about cold as...Now you can turn it around and think about cold as the absence of power. Because, technically, cold is not a quantity of anything, but rather the absence of another quantity. <BR/><BR/>Whatever--great post! You and Carol at May Dreams are really giving me the winter heebee-jeebies.chuck b.https://www.blogger.com/profile/00882763861745236443noreply@blogger.com