Summer Rain
I become a bit more disillusioned with what passes for Summer in
Castle Rock every year. Not that I don’t like it here—I do,
but…..
It’s July the 7th,
and I started to cut the grass (some people might say they mowed the
lawn, but for that you need an actual LAWN), only to have it start
raining.
Raining on July 7th.
When we moved here,
the standing joke was that we have two seasons—Winter and
August. At least I thought it was a joke when I was a newcomer.
Then, I figured that we were just having an odd Summer season. Or
two.
I only need to know
if global warming (OOPS—I mean climate change) might include an
actual Summer up here in the greater Pacific Northwest. If so, I’m
all for it. Go ahead and change, O Climate Gods.
It’s funny to
watch lifetime residents change to flip-flops, shorts, and tank tops
whenever the temperature reaches 65. Or watch local news and have a
special on drought, sunscreen, and hydration whenever it fails to
rain for more than two consecutive days.
They say that the
climate is what makes things so green up here. Frankly, I’m not
really opposed to some brown.
I fled from
California for good reasons, but I do miss the weather.
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