Contact deTraci Regula(707) 857-4747
Is it just my imagination or has it been a bit moist lately? The bottom of our alpaca paddock is no affectionately called “Lake Oasis” and at one point looked deep enough to kayak across.
Our wet and beautiful winter in Geyserville is not disappointing. I miss the sound of rain now and a day without a rainbow is somehow lacking in color and charm. The infrequent sunny days are treasures when the air is sparkling and feels alive, promising an eventual spring. I enjoyed seeing a lace of snow streaming down the top of St. Helena the other morning, but I missed the skullcap of snow that briefly adorned our own Geyser Peak – it vanished very quickly. The cold and wet seems to have had little effect on our birds here at Isis Oasis Sanctuary – they seem to be taking it in stride and everalspecies are demonstrating mating behavior, including our Crested African Cranes.Winter is definitely upon us with chilly nighttime temperatures lingering in the 30s as I write this. The clear skies contribute to the cold, but at least provide us with sparkling stars above to distract us from the low temperature readings.
Winter is definitely upon us with chilly nighttime temperatures lingering in the 30s as I write this. The clear skies contribute to the cold, but at least provide us with sparkling stars above to distract us from the low temperature readings.
Here at the Isis Oasis Sanctuary the recent rains have given us the greens of spring along with lower temperatures. We are replacing heat lamps for our birds and beasts and otherwise weatherizing for the coming season. My prediction? A colder winter, so we are carefully making repairs, adding insulation, and increasing the amount of straw for the dens.
The recent rains are preparing us for a fabulous display of wildflowers as the highways start to green up at the road edges and in our gardens. In Geyserville, I’ve been enjoying the mist obscuring the hillsides which give everything a magical air of mystery.
One day driving north from Healdsburg along the 101, all of the hills ahead were covered with mist except for one curved swath of dark mountain far away. It looked like a bridge had suddenly appeared in our landscape, leading to an unknown destination.