Just as I was heading for bed last night, a huge wind storm blew through that kept me on my toes for several hours. No sleep at Taylor Manor. Wind gusts to 49 mph. Branches and fir cones were hitting the roof. Stuff was flying around everywhere. At one point an old hag flew by on a bicycle looking for her sister. The storm lasted from about 10:30p to just after 2a... when I finally crawled into my bed.
This morning, we woke to sun and this:
When the lone tree does fall, it will fall into our property and we will have a ton of (literally) free fire wood. Though it may not look like much - the tree is down in a little gully where a creek runs through the woods - that tree stands about 45 feet tall. It serves as a popular lookout for turkey vultures, hawks and ravens.
My family from Denver will arrive tomorrow for a visit, so I was in the kitchen all afternoon. (Loving every moment too!) I made my famous Italian Short Ribs - best made the day ahead - baked my nephew's favorite cookies and made chicken stock for Tortilla Soup. Tomorrow, I will bake an apple pie.
Tonight I fed DT grilled wild Sockeye Salmon, quinoa with sautéed kale, garlic and pine nuts, with fresh tomato.
Though it seems unfair, another wind storm is predicted for tonight. As it type this, I can hear the winds starting to pick-up. Another sleepless night is in my future. Until my next update, I remain, your tired correspondent.