This summer has been unseasonably chilly and rainy, to the point that two nights ago, it snowed! On the TV weather report, it showed pictures of Hatcher Pass with fresh snow, and all the mountains out the living room windows had a good dusting at the tops. Snow came down as low as 3000 feet, whichi is unheard of this early. Usually “termination dust” (the first snow, which is said to terminate summer) isn’t until the latter part of the State Fair at the end of August. It looks similar to powdered sugar on brownies at the tops of the mountains. Today it melted off, since we had sun for a couple of hours. So far, the tourists have all had just great attitudes about it all–you see different things when it’s cloudy and grey. It tends to bring one’s focus in closer, to details, since you don’t see the broad mountain ranges in the distance, et cetera.
Down here at my elevation (600 feet above the tidal water of the Knik Arm, down the hill from me), the wildflowers are in full bloom at the peak of summer. I was out in the back wildflowers this afternoon, shaking rugs, and stood still for a moment–there was a very sweet scent. I figured out it was all the clover in bloom, specifically. The fireweed smells nice, too, but is slight. Daisies, Indian Paintbrush, flax, crown vetch, fox tail grass, and the lupine are all bustin’ out in their finest colors right now in the back gardens. In the front gardens, the hardy rugosa roses are just finishing a fine stretch of masses of rubine and pink blooms and taking a breather before the next bloomfest. Then, they’ll be in bloom with the delphiniums which are a week or so away from beaking into full splendor. The pinks, wild geraniums, iris, and daisies in that garden are doing their best to entertain as well.