Clubmoss Juno start

The much-ballyhooed nor'easter, code-named Juno, started hissing snow around nine this morning, but for the first six hours, it was a stop and start, stop and start again, storm—a gale that just couldn't decide whether it would peter out or live up to expectations of a blizzard of truly historic proportions. While I waited for Juno to make up its mind, I hauled, cut, split, stacked, and put inside enough wood for a few days, then I headed off to the gas station to make sure we had enough fuel to run the generator. No use tempting fate, I reckoned later, as I filled yet another water container. Before things got too bad—assuming the forecasters were close to correct and that the BLIZZARD WARNING was more than hyperbole, I went trekking. The wind had a considerable bite and the snow stung on contact. The club mosses, however, were still above the deepening white blanket... but not for long. Definitely not for long.

Lycopodium digitatum, Ground Cedar, clubmoss