Mountain Weather

Imbolc                                                Mountain Spring Moon

5-8 inches of snow for elevations in the front range above 8000 feet. That’s us. One way they tailor weather forecasts out here is by elevation. Often we get a forecast for 6,000 to 9,000 feet. That’s basically foothills, but includes those of us who live further back and higher than most of the foothills. The forecasts then get further segmented by north, central and south. We’re in the central Front Range, and at 8,800 feet on a 9,000 plus mountain and in the company of others that are 10,000 plus we’re in the mountains.

Weather forecasting out here, especially when it concerns snow and other water related events, is a matter of tremendous moment. The weather impacts ski areas, a significant part of the state’s tourism budget, but more importantly it determines, in winter, the depth of the snowpack. Not only does the Colorado snowpack directly affect the state’s regional water availability, but it also decides the fate of the Colorado River which provides water to the thirsty southwest and southern California, especially L.A.

If we’re gonna get our 5-8 inches though it’s gonna have to scramble. The morning’s snow has already melted.

 

Hope

Imbolc                                             Mountain Spring Moon

There’s a nibble on the Andover house. Someone who liked our garden setup and the landscaping. They’re going back for a second look on Saturday. And, they’ve asked the city about having chickens. We’re hopeful. Sounds like the kind of buyer we’ve been seeking.

 

Ostara Eve

Imbolc                                             Mountain Spring Moon

Imbolc slides into its next year spot on the Great Wheel tomorrow, as the Spring equinox returns. Imbolc is the transition season between the harsh mid-winter and the wild weather that precedes the growing season.

This Imbolc was mainly a settling in time for Kate and me. It began on February 1st, following Winter, or Yule, which came the day we moved into Black Mountain Drive. We were still wrassling boxes as it began, though their numbers had begun to dwindle and the remaining ones were put away behind closed doors to await more clement weather.

We did have two parties here, one on February 14th, my 68th, and another last Sunday for Celtic pride. They were in keeping with the spirit of Imbolc, that period of a lamb-in-the-belly, when ewes freshen and Spring, 1896 by Denis, Maurice (1870-1943) begin to give milk. Like the lamb-in-the-belly those parties represent a still gestating immersion into the Shadow Mountain neighborhood and the changing, warming relationships with family. Both should begin to flourish in Spring and blossom in Beltane.

This Imbolc has also seen Kate back to her quilting, finishing the work on my quilt which now covers my side of the bed along with several other projects, and my return to Latin and to writing.

Following the fallow, cardboard dominated winter, Imbolc saw, as it can, the signs of new life and the continuation of parts of the old. Spring will see this all this quicken and brighten. I’m ready for it.

Sorry

Imbolc                                      Black Mountain Moon

BTW: I am aware that the links to the videos don’t work. I tried a new method of inserting video, that is, linking to the URL rather than embedding them with their own code. I did this because the video’s did not have, as Youtube and some others do, an easily obtained embed code.