Here It Comes Again

The wind is rip roaring. The temperature is plummeting. Low dark clouds are rolling in over the mountain. The diagnosis says snow. Not that much. Just a dusting to an inch or so. We shall see.

At the moment it is the wind that is the oppressive face of winter.

I did request some wind for fluffing the grasses. They have been getting whipped all afternoon. It has helped some.

I think they are going to need some assistance though. After this snow, after it melts and has a chance to dry, I'll probably go out there and give them all a good lift and see what happens.

The tall standing grasses are important to the view from my front porch all winter. Frost and rime can do amazing things to them and when the sunlight catches that, it is a sight to behold. They need to stand back up better than what they have done so far.

Meanwhile the native Witch Hazel blooms while bursts of gale force winds tear every last leaf from the forest trees. The flowers are quite cold hardy. If it gets to be too much the petals will curl up and wait for a better day.

High on the low spot of a North Carolina mountain top, we wait for it to come again.