There has been a lot of this sort of weather lately. Wind and rain, and plenty of below-normal temperatures too. We are currently under another wind warning, which has yet to produce anything dire. I don't quite understand how Environment Canada decides to issue a warning. Usually the storms amount to nothing or next to nothing, and then every so often an unadvertised big blow apparently comes out of nowhere and knocks over a shed. The radar image above is from yesterday, from this University of Washington site. I prefer it, at least for a first look, to Canadian sites, because it's a single click.
That was all preamble to help explain the condition of our back lawn. There's a bit of grass in this image, in the southwest corner. Most of the greenery is moss. Moss loves dark, cool, moist weather. In certain lights, the lawn almost glows with mossiness. Oh yes, there is also a bone. On first glance, it appears to be a section of porcine rib. How did it end up in the middle of the yard? Wind, and crows. The rooftops and eaves troughs of this town and towns throughout the region are littered with the weathered bones of pig, chicken, duck, cow and whatever other vertebrates people throw in the trash. On windy days, such as today, lids blow off garbage cans, crows tear into trash bags and drag their booty, if they are able to procure it, to the rooftops. Now and then, such as today, the wind is sufficient to clear the roofs.
And thus the above. Moss and bones. I intend to leave the bone there. Its basic composition may present a challenge to the acidophilic moss.
But then again, I enjoy the moss. I don't have to mow it.