So…we were supposed to have a good weather week here in our fair city. Clear, with temps going from the low 50’s and shooting up all the way to the high 60’s. Springtime in the Rockies. Time for everyone to start planting in their gardens. No forseeable snow for the rest of the week.
What did we get instead? This…(in downtown Golden, at my favorite cafe).
It isn’t much, 1 or 2 inches tops. But the point is, we weren’t supposed to get any at all acccording to the weather reports from a few days ago. Now I didn’t watch the news last night, and it’s likely the forecast was revised. It took all of us by surprise, though.
Of course, this is only one day. And as the local meteorologists repeat like a mantra, “we need the moisture” to avoid having yet another drought this summer.
If you haven’t guessed by now, I think about weather a lot, especially in a place where it’s so dramatic and changeable. Mostly because when I go for my runs, I like the roads to be clear and dry. Slick icy pavement and I don’t really get along all that well, as evidenced by my frequent slips and tumbles. Not good when I’m prone to ankle spains and crackling knee joints from two ACL surgeries.
One of the shopworn sayings about Colorado is “If you don’t like the weather, wait an hour.” And probably by this afternoon, the clouds will dissipate and the sky will be clear blue.
Those roads will still be slippery, and it just might be another ho-hum day on the treadmill.
But I don’t mind if the weather guys do get it wrong. I like the snow, especially when I can have a nice, hot mug of cappuccino and write here, just as I’m doing now.