Friday Felines

Zoe is my original kitty, but I have to admit that he’s not a very friendly cat. In fact, he gets downright mean sometimes. That’s why I don’t understand why Smokey wants to be friends. But he does.

Best buds?

Best buds?

Smokey does this kind of thing a lot. He’s not the only one, but he tries harder than the others.

Oh, Zoe and Smokey say, “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Note: We’ll post the final story of the great snowstorm tomorrow. Here’s a hint though: everything turns out OK for us.

Winter Storm: Day 2

Wednesday morning was the intermission between Act I and Act II of our winter storm. The headlines and the Atlanta TV stations were calling it a catastrophic storm, and it may actually be that. According to the news, a lot of people lost power. The Atlanta TV stations have concentrated on the interstates inside the city, so all we know about what’s going on in Rome is what we can see from our deck, and that’s not much.

The temperature hovered around freezing all day. When I walked Zeke around 10 AM, there was a light mist falling. There was about 1/16 inch of ice on the trees and a little slush here and there on the road. At the bottom of the mountain there was no ice on the road and little ice on the trees. The light precipitation (freezing rain, sleet or possibly grauple) continued all day, and by late afternoon there was about a quarter inch of ice on virtually every surface. The trees were beginning to droop. Apparently a quarter inch of ice is enough to interfere with the signal for satellite television. I had to pour hot water on the dish to get a signal.

By about 7 PM, when I was getting ready to take the dogs back out, Leah said it was snowing again. And it was snowing lightly. All the ice, slush, and melted and refrozen snow were covered by about an inch of new snow. Everything was white, including the roads. Unfortunately, the new snow was making the tree limbs sag even more. As of 9:30, there was still light snow, enough to soften the footprint I made when I took the dogs out an hour and a half earlier. I have to admit, a completely snow-covered scene like that is pretty.

Icicles formed on the roof overhang early in the day. They have continued to grow.

icicles

This is our front walk. It’s elevated, so it cools quickly. The first snow shoveled off fairly easily. Then the freezing rain during the day made it so slippery I went in and out through the garage. Now the snow has made the footing safer, at least temporarily.

snow on front walk

It will be interesting to see if the next wave gives us more snow by morning.

The low tonight is supposed to be around 30. It’s supposed to clear by Thursday afternoon and reach the 40s. And then it will be over.

Winter storm: Day 1

We’re in the middle of a winter storm here in Georgia. The first wave hit Monday night. When we woke up Tuesday morning, there was snow on the ground and it was still coming down. By around 10 AM there was three and a half inches on cold surfaces. This was the view out of our bathroom window.

out the window

I took the dogs on a walk around the house as usual. Later I took Zeke for his regular walk down Fouche Gap Road. Lucy is too sensitive to cold, so I left her at home. On the streets up on the mountain there was a layer of snow over a layer of slushy ice.

I made Zeke wear his winter coat.

zeke on the snow

It stopped snowing around noon. The temperature rose a little and just reached freezing by afternoon. The roads on the mountain were essentially free of snow by mid afternoon. There was an interesting dynamic at work on the roads. The roads were above freezing when it started snowing, so the snow melted as it hit the surface. Enough snow fell that the melted snow formed slush. By afternoon, there was enough solar heating, despite the total cloud cover, that the snow mostly disappeared. But by then, it had been cold enough for long enough that the slush was freezing. As I write this at 8 PM Tuesday, the temperature has actually risen to just above freezing, but I think by Wednesday morning the slush on the roads will be solid up here on the mountain. But that will be OK. I’m retired now, so I don’t have to worry about getting stuck in Huntsville.

Forecasts call for a severe ice storm with the northern boundary just south of us. We may get more snow, but it looks like the worst of the ice will miss us. That’s good. If the area south of here gets as much ice as they call for, things could get very ugly. The last time there was a really bad ice storm here was back in the early ‘60s, and we were without power for about a week because of downed power lines.

I don’t think we’ll lose our power, but just in case, I was able to find some more oak for firewood. It’s a little green, but the aged cedar I cut up a few days ago burns so well that it helps the oak.

wood burning stove

We’ll see what we see when we look out the window Wednesday morning.

Question answered

Wayne identified the dead trees I mentioned in my post yesterday as eastern red cedar (juniperus virginiana). Once I read his comment, I realized I should have been able to figure that out. As I said, it didn’t occur to me because there are no large cedars nearby. There is, however, a large cedar about a hundred yards up the street that I have noticed on many occasions. Here it is.

mature_cedar

Here is a closer view of the tree’s bark. If you compare it to the wood in the wheelbarrow from yesterday’s post, you can see the similarity.

cedar bark

Next to it is a dead cedar that looks amazingly like the ones on our property.

dead cedar

Although there are no large cedars nearby (assuming 100 yards is not nearby), there are several young cedars, like this one I can see every time I walk out onto our driveway.

ouryoungcedar

How could that have escaped my notice? That’s Dusty perched in front of the little cedar. Maybe he could have helped with the tree identification.

When I walked the dogs this morning I looked for cedars. I saw two or three small ones, about the size of the one by our driveway, but no large cedars. The woods are wide open this time of year, so I am pretty sure I would have been able to identify a cedar if I had seen one in the woods.There must be other mature cedars around the mountain, but the one up the street is the only one I can specifically remember. I remember this one in particular because I don’t remember seeing any others.

I know where baby cedars come from, but I don’t really understand why the nearest mature cedar is so far from our young ones, and especially so far from the two or three I saw on our walk. Squirrels? Birds?

I went down Wildlife Trail later in the afternoon and looked up into our property. There are more dead cedars lying on the ground than I realized. I wonder how they died. Are cedars more susceptible to low-level fires than pines? If the fire that charred our loblolly and short-leaf pines also killed the cedars, it must have happened longer ago than I thought. I am going to have to assume that I can’t accurately estimate the timing of these events.

This also makes me wonder about what the forest looked like in the past. It’s mixed oak, hickory and pine now. I don’t think much if any of the mountain is virgin forest, and there are some large areas that have been cleared in recent decades. But based on the size of some of the trees along the road and not far from our property, much of the forest has been undisturbed for quite some time, especially on the steeper slopes. I’m guessing that logging ended in the early 1900’s, or possibly even in the late 1800’s (but we know how unreliable my time estimates are). The longleaf pines down Wildlife Trail give some evidence that in the more distant past there were larger stands of longleaf. I wonder how the cedars fit into this picture.