Out here in the Old Home Town we are not necessarily enjoying the first “normal” weather we’ve seen in perhaps fifteen years: fifteen degrees when I first stoked the fire this morning, nineteen now (below freezing for thirteen days now); twixt thirty and thirty-five inches of snow in the yard (and on the roads, not to mention the “aliens” legal and otherwise who don’t know how to drive) and more snow on the Cascades now than in each of the past ten years.
Of course, when this arctic front belows through next week and that big fat warm, wet blob out over the Pacific pushing it your way gets here it’ll all melt, flooding the creeks and criks, streams and rivers, streets and sewers, and it will be Junuary – last year our most productive month of the year.
Out here in the Old Home Town we are not necessarily enjoying the first “normal” weather we’ve seen in perhaps fifteen years: fifteen degrees when I first stoked the fire this morning, nineteen now (below freezing for thirteen days now); twixt thirty and thirty-five inches of snow in the yard (and on the roads, not to mention the “aliens” legal and otherwise who don’t know how to drive) and more snow on the Cascades now than in each of the past ten years.
Of course, when this arctic front belows through next week and that big fat warm, wet blob out over the Pacific pushing it your way gets here it’ll all melt, flooding the creeks and criks, streams and rivers, streets and sewers, and it will be Junuary – last year our most productive month of the year.
Enjoy, but keep the hatches battened.