Ugh…I normally love rain, but this soaker weather is too much. The gutters are flooding, the creeks are rising and my patience is waning. I can only take so much rat-tat-tat on the sunroom roof over my office space as I write this.
Sure, I grew up in central California, where rainfall was the hallmark of wintertime and early spring. Rarely if ever did we get snow, and if it did fall it was always up on Mt. Madonna, Watsonville’s highest elevation at a mighty 1,900 feet above sea level… a molehill, by my current standards. I now encounter snowfall when I should be thinking about which pair of shorts and sandals to wear. It’s all a part of the volatile springtime in the Rockies milieu.
You may have that we get 300+ days of sunshine here in Colorado. It’s a lie, especially if you’ve been here this May. We were even lucky enough to have an honest-to-goodness snowstorm on Mother’s Day. It’s good in a way, because we have a significant drought plaguing our state. It’s nothing like California’s, but do we need to get it all at once? It would be better if we could receive the precipitation in batches scattered over the summer.
(By the way, I did find this article about the drought and water wars between my home state and my adopted state amusing in a morbid way. Besides, I really don’t want to give Fox News much attention, but it fits.)
Now Mother’s Day was more than a week ago, and we still have rain in Pacific Northwest proportions. Normally it’s starting to get hot in this part of the country, but except for roughly three days this month, there has been scant sunshine and even less warmth.
To wit – look at this God-awful long range forecast from today:
No, I refuse to get into the whole climate change quagmire, although most people know where I stand on that issue. It just seems really weird that we have to think about buying golashes because our athletic shoes are getting soaked beyond repair.
I suppose this crummy weather is getting me prepared for our stay in Seattle next month, when we’ll likely encounter, and where even the locals call it “Juneuary.”
We will be heading down to Santa Fe this Memorial weekend, and I’m hoping to share some travel info from there…and not have to worry about taking our protective wet weather gear. Yes, I’m praying hard to the rain gods to take a break from northern New Mexico. Please!