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.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Eve of Summer


Weather went from drizzling, damp fog last weekend to over 90 F this weekend. On top of that I got a summer cold. I feel dehydrated. Some things are growing very well, but the tomatoes, squash and eggplant seem stunted.

Found some mysterious eggs on the front lawn! After further research, determined that they are probably box turtle eggs, which would hatch in three months, they these might not be fertile. We moved them out of harms way and build a rough cage around it to ward off predators.

This morning - the 21st....a moose walked across the frontyard!

Sunday, June 06, 2010

Changeable Weather


Tornado warnings yesterday and the entire day. We got quite a bit of rain here, but the wind was further to our south.

NH is not known for its tornadoes, but the last three summers there have been watches and some touch downs. We were prepared to move to the basement should a severe storm pass through.

Now the sun is shining again and there is a breeze. At least it's not quite as and steamy hot and steamy as it had been.

Started to harvest sugar snaps this week. The onions are about done now.

Beaver Continues to Build


The beaver has continued to build his dam and patch it up so only small streams of water are getting through here and there. The wildlife has moved its focus to the new pond.

The bullfrogs love the new space and one can hear the twang of their throaty voices throughout the day. Yesterday I saw a mammal cross our driveway heading towards the frog sounds...a mink? an otter. I was not close enough to determine and it made a quick dash across the lower driveway.

Other sitings this week: a porcupine and her little one, waddling across the frontyard. Three luna moths by the frontstep. I helped one fly off into the forest. It takes a lot of energy for them to flap up, up and away and they have no mouths so they can't eat.

I feel so sorry for the wildlife and people and beaches in the way of the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. What an unimaginable tragedy! When we flew to Belize across the Gulf to an Episcopal Relief and Development conference last week we could see thin streaks of oil and many barges from way up at 39,000 feet.