Please tell us about your weather.

by compound complex 34 Replies latest social current

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  jgnat

  I am living high in the mountains, north enough to have seven months of snow. We get lots of warm spells in between, though. Today the mountains are a blazing white against a robins-egg blue sky.

  Mountain gorillas, who live in the rainforests of Rwanda, are miserable in the rain.

  

  I've read three nature writers in the past year who describe in excruciating detail the doldrums that come wiith rainy days. Tim Cahill and his description of Mount Roraima:

  

  Pete Fromm and his Indian Creek Chronicles, and Barry Lopez as he speaks about the Yukon wilderness in Crossing Open Ground.

  Alberta gets more sunshine than most of the world, excepting deserts.
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  FlyingHighNow

  Coco, might you have S.A.D. ?

  I don't mind winter or colder or less sun. But I do mind sheets of ice coating the sidewalks, parking lots and roads. Slippery and dangerous is no fun. I'm not a fan of having to bundle up in warm clothing though.

  I prefer warm enough weather so that I can forget my shoes at home and opt for flip flops or sandals with no straps. I like to be able to kick my shoes off. My feet love to be bare.

  In SW Michigan, we have no snow right now. It's cooler and the car has had frost on it two days in a row.
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  botchtowersociety

  Today I watched soft high clouds march across the darkening blue sky as the last orange rays of the sun touched the tops of the pine and cypress trees, gently swaying in the wind. I heard the sounds of squirrels scurrying on dry dead sabal palm fronds as they performed their end of day duties. A rabbit scampered through the cocoplum hedge. I saw bats silhoutted against the twilight sky, and heard the first hoots of the beginning of an owl's evening. I too swayed in the cool sighing breeze and was alive for just a moment. It is now 68 degrees, and I am going to light the gathered firewood in my clay chiminea.

  November in Florida. This is when I awaken after the oppression of summer's humid heat.
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  talesin

  Blue skies. Yellow leaves everywhere. Near freezing temps.

  Beautiful fall will soon turn to the sleep of winter.

  t
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  FlyingHighNow

  Today I watched soft high clouds march across the darkening blue sky as the last orange rays of the sun touched the tops of the pine and cypress trees, gently swaying in the wind. I heard the sounds of squirrels scurrying on dry dead sabal palm fronds as they performed their end of day duties. A rabbit scampered through the cocoplum hedge. I saw bats silhoutted against the twilight sky, and heard the first hoots of the beginning of an owl's evening. I too swayed in the cool sighing breeze and was alive for just a moment. It is now 68 degrees, and I am going to light the gathered firewood in my clay chiminea.

  November in Florida. This is when I awaken after the oppression of summer's humid heat.

  This is atmospheric, Burns. I love it. I grew up on the gulf coast and it makes me long for home. *Sigh*
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  compound complex

  Well, all of you dear posters apparently do have WEATHER!

  Hortensia, Wolfman, jgnat (thanks for links), FHN (I'm OK!), Botch and Tal.

  THANK YOU for sharing a description of your whereabouts, and that so beautifully done.

  CoCo de bon temps
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  compound complex

  Thanks, FHN, for highlighting Botch's painterly words . . .

  CC
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  FlyingHighNow

  Coco, everything you say is poetry.
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  compound complex

  FHN:

  CC
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  compound complex

  [Revised]

  A long awaited rain has penetrated into the interior of the land, my soul.

  The burning sun of a protracted summer had effectively removed my resolve to get things done. Now, with the advent of cooler temperatures, getting to those neglected chores should be a snap.

  No . . .

  An unforeseen sadness has crept gradually into the fabric of my life. Scattered threads of a worn garment hang loosely about my diminishing frame. They unravel more quickly than I can stitch them back together into whole cloth. Strange how this eagerly anticipated change in weather leaves me so unexplainably unsettled . . .

  I love the cool, the wet, the dark.

  Yet, I am saddened by the departure of sun and blue sky.