Climate Change in New Hampshire: Living by Beatitude Pond

Observations of the climate and nature in the uplands and wetlands of our own backyard in rural New Hampshire.

Friday, December 28, 2007

Make Haste While the Pink Dawn Lasts

Year’s end approaching and many things left unchecked-off my to-do lists. I wonder if the squirrels get anxious like people do when they have not scurried more to do all that needs to be done before the thick of the winter settles in.
The other day I spied a red squirrel grabbing a nut while the getting was good, devouring it on top of the newly crusted snow and then dashing up the hill- maybe in search of more.

Christmas was so bright and sunny it was almost as if last Thursday’s storm had never been.

Two days later I had a migraine from the intense brightness, I think.
Then this morning, after a sudden storm last night, the landscape was drapped in light pink snow…reflections from the late December dawn.
Make haste. Grab those nuts while you can, take the photo of the December dawn…it could all vanish in the next thaw or storm.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Every time it Seems like New


Every time a big snowstorm comes - it seems new and different. We are in the midst of the second storm of the week. It began in the wee hours. I woke up just after 4 a.m. and couldn't get back to sleep. Two plow trucks passed and one car. The road has been quiet since, everyone seems to be huddled in their houses, like animals wintering the weather in their little dens. The snow was soft at first and now is mixed with ice. I can hear it biting against the window panes, picked up by the wind.
Soon we will venture out to test the depths of the snow. Winter storm warnings remain until tomorrow.
This photo is from sunnier times, two storms ago.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

First Storm


First big storm of the season hit the state last week…since then there has been a dusting or two. All the skiers are happy. We snow shoed up the hill on Sunday and spotted lots of tracks criss-crossing the trail. So much traffic. One set of prints led to an opening under a rock, a nice hiding spot for a snow shoe hare.