What a day, Tuesday!
We started with a peek at the mountain tops across Lynn Canal. Like a Victorian coquette offering the briefest glimpse of her shapely ankles, the cloud cover rose to show us snow falling on the Coast Range.
Snow.
In mid-May.
Even in Alaska (our part, at least) this seems slightly extreme.
Fresh May snow on “The Mountain with No Name” (Photo: Mark A. Zeiger).
Oddly, Pink Floyd has provided the soundtrack of my life recently. Today, the song, Goodbye Blue Sky* (paid link) runs through my head. Our fair weather has turned to rain.
We’ve had gloriously sunny, warm weather for a while, as we feel we deserve in May (see Confessions of a Squeaky Wheel). It lasted long enough for me to buck up a big fallen birch, and to help a dear friend honor her recently passed dog companion.
She held a street fair to remember her dog, Suki, with treats for humans and dogs. We sat in the sun and visited, remembering Suki, and spoiling the dogs that attended. Suki was a guest on the homestead in the past (see Puppy Camp). We’re going to miss her a lot.
On Friday, I turned my camera skyward to capture the cirrus clouds above the homestead (Photo: Mark A. Zeiger).
