I’m having a hard time finding something positive about our weather this winter.
Okay, for those of us in the lowlands and close to the ocean, it didn’t snow very much. That’s something.
But it’s been cold–not mid-West cold or New-England cold. But it’s felt downright chilly for those of us living in the supposedly mild Pacific Northwest. On average, our winter temperature is 42 degrees. This year our average has been 39.1.
Most of all, it’s been dark and damp. Living here, on the edge of the Pacific Ocean, we’re used to rain. On average in Seattle we get 37.49 inches of precipitation. But that’s for the whole year. This year, by the Ides of March we’d already reached 37.50 inches.
Our trees are drowning.
Our rocks are growing moss.
Moss is taking over our lawns.
When the sun does come out, we act all giddy. “Isn’t it beautiful!” “Did you see that sunshine?” Quickly, before a cloud can roll in, we grab a jacket and go out for a walk.
I’m writing this on March 18, two days before the Vernal Equinox, and it’s been raining all day. I’m wondering, isn’t it about time for a change in the weather?
It can’t be much longer, can it? I saw a robin hop across my patio this morning. And, look! A little daffodil is braving the rain.