Everything's a mess. It continues to thaw by day and refreeze by night. The roads and tracks turn into ribbons and rivers of mud and water. The dog is shedding his wintercoat and the itch is driving him mad. He scratches himself ferociously leaving tufts of loose hair between his toes and nails, while an aura of flying hair and dust surrounds him at all times. Muddy boots in the hall, muddy pawprints in every other living area and the grinding sound of sand, wherever you go. Wintercoats and snowboots, rain- or thin jackets and rubber boots, mittens, gloves, knitted hats..... Chaos rules... The time is at hand to clean up, clear out the old and bring in the new...
And while our latest member of the family takes the most credit for the present mess, he also ensures our lives do not get boring otherwise.
|How is one supposed to get mad at this??|
The weather has been exceptionally good the period before the weekend, last week, week and a half. High temperatures, much sun. Typical that exactly at this weekend, with the aurora, eclipse and equinox, the weather turns winterly....
The high daytime temperatures, coupled with cold nights, makes that the ice on the lakes melts and refreezes, causing tremendous stresses within the ice and we can hear it! Even when indoors. The ice groans and moans all the time, often giving off booming sounds, but especially during the mornings, when the sun is warming up, the sounds become violent. It starts to crack, long drawn out cracks ending with a sharp snap, reverberating through the valley. Reminds us of lighting during a fierce summer thunderstorm played in slow mode.
The sun is illuminating spider threads as they waft through the air, loosely strung between the branches of trees and bushes, the light caught in the filaments, turning them into threads of gold. The open water of the lake shimmers and sparkles in a dazzling display of light and in the early morning ice crystals grow out of the ground reflecting the light of the rising sun like diamonds, before the warm rays turn them into water once more. On the other hand I am waiting for the warmth to clear the forest floor. The thaw and freeze cycle has transformed much of it into sheets of ice, often looking like glass, polished smooth and transparent. However in between the trees, pine and spruce mostly, the ground is free. At least the very top. Underneath the moss, leaves and twigs the ground is still rock hard. Yet these are places the sun does not reach, but they appear to be warmer than the areas the sun does reach....
The sun was also otherwise very active, creating the perfect conditions for magnificent displays of the northern light.... of which we saw practically none, because King Winter sent us a shroud of clouds, stubbornly trying to fight of the light, only revealing the light in the dead of night.
Still feast your eyes on some images of what it looked like in the immediate area. The following images are sent in by readers of DT.se. Lucky bastards... or less sleepy ones...
|Falu Gruvan, Falun|
The eclipse itself was, as said, not visible to us. The only thing we saw, was snow falling onto a slightly darkening, grey world with a faint orange tinge to it at the moment of the eclipse here. As I stood by the window, looking out, I saw a crow working its way around an apple I had thrown out earlier this morning. It opened its beak a bit, jabbed it into the apple and flew away with it. It actually flew away with one complete apple!
Another thing that was quite noticeable was the arrival of a large flock of returning birds; bofink (or common chaffinch) and bergfink (or brambling); one or two dozen of each. They were joined by not only blåmes and talgoxe (blue and great tits), but also by grönfink (greenfinches), gul sparv (yellowhammers), some domherre (bullfinch) and I even thought I saw grön siska (eurasian siskin) And they did make quite an audible display! At one point all these species were foraging on the ground with even one of the woodpeckers joining them. And when I took the camera and pointed it at them..... they all instantly vanished in a flurry of wingbeats.
This choir of birds became a lot less audible, as the darkening went on and as it did I felt the already present unease building up ever faster into a sense of tension. In my gut, my chest, my spine....Later on, when the sun reappeared the world had this strange, bright almost glorious feel to it... As if it had been renewed in a way.. liberated.... And I could breathe! Really bizarre.
And then there was this strange episode I told about in between the solar eclipse and the equinox of the 20th; Skogens andar
Vårdagjaämning.... The moment where day and night are of equal length... As of that moment the days will be longer than the nights.
There has been so much going on lately, we thought it appropriate to celebrate, commemorate that by having a little special something; the first fire in the garden. Too bad the weather wasn't playing along. On thursday evening the weather turned sharply, clouds sweeping in, temperatures dropping. The forecast for friday was cold, a thick blanket of clouds, windy and mild snowfall mixed with rain. The forecasters predicted everything right this time... except that there was more snow and as it turned out of a much dryer nature later in the night. So the planned celebration with a open fire and a homebrewed beer in the garden was held inside....
The next morning the sun turned the world into a dazzling wonderland with an intensity that is so much different than during winter. Much more intense, much fuller, much more blinding, sparkling. The cover of snow showed we have a very active fox in the immediate area still.
The world started dripping again very soon, adding yet more water to the already saturated ground.
And as winter is giving way to spring, the idiots of summer are beginning to return, invading the peacefulness, ripping apart the veil of quiet with motocross bikes and quads with bad or no mufflers.....
|our world saturday morning 06:30 am|
|found this little guy next to the wood stack|
I fixed and filled the woodstorage next to the backdoor. New pallets on the ground, new planks on the side, new fixing in the ceiling. The shoddy wood storage down in the garden we used last winter really wasn't adequate to say the least. So I started removing the wood from it and started tearing it down.
We should have started cleaning up big time; a whole bunch of scrap should've been collected today. the Mitsubishi "wreck", the old moosetub (the bathtub where the moosehide resided for a couple of weeks), the old gas powered grasscutter, 2 old bicycles... The fellow that should come by didn't... again. I hate it when people do that!
This was earlier last week btw.