Chronic Clouds
May 10th, 2009 at 4:18 pm
It’s raining. Again. For like the 53rd time in the past 40 days. We’re going to get pneumonia, inhaling so much rain. The moisture is flooding our lungs, our basements.
It would be better if it were a warm rain, but the air is perpetually cold, 55 degrees. May, it’s May! Sometimes writers get writer’s block, sometimes the calendar gets season’s block.
Leaving us stuck. In the mud.
I agree with you all the way Cheryl, but it is so beautiful because of this weather. Toad Hollow is beautiful, our yards are beautiful (you can sit and watch the grass grow) the trees and our hills are such a lucious green. It is GORGEOUS! I do feel like I need to sit by our space heater today, though.
It is gorgeous out there. And I’d far rather a cool rain than warm. Warmth brings humidity. Humidity brings the yucks.
It sure is pretty outside, prettier than I remember it in quite some time. Maybe I’m just getting outside to enjoy it more this year.
Larry and I were talking weather today. Southern California USED to be terrific that way. There really were not four distinct seasons that people from other parts of the country would recognize. I knew them, but I grew up there.
Now, I’ve grown to appreciate having four seasons like we do here. The only season I really do not like much is Summer. I don’t do heat and humidity well.
I’d miss the four seasons if we moved back to California.
But there’s something to be said about being able to go tent camping in the Winter or to be able to have barbeques year round. Not every day, of course, but enough.
Nowadays it is different. It was darned near perfect in SOuthern Calif before I turned 10. Smog hadn’t yet become the rule of the day, and the climate was arid. Today smog is downright toxic some days, and the area has become rather humid. Plus the rapid growth of the area has ruined it, relative to what it used to be like there.
Like the song says, They paved paradise, put up a parking lot. (Joni Mitchell.)