Sunday, March 15, 2009

The Ides of March

So far it's a pretty typical early spring here on the High Plains.

One night it will get down to five below zero, then the next day it will go up to 50 or 60°. We've been on that see-saw for a couple of weeks now. Slowly the warmer temps will prevail, and by the end of May it will be reasonably safe to put plants in the garden. Sure doesn't make for a long growing season.

My Irish friends can't grasp the comparatively vast temperature range I live with. It can be 112° in the summer and -30° in the winter. That's a drift of 142°. They seldom get winter temps that stay under freezing for more than a day or so and they think they are going to melt if it gets up to 75° in the summer. About 40° is as much as their yearly temperatures fluctuate. The Gulfstream helps to keep things that regular I suppose.

The warmer days have encouraged my cottonwoods to put out some buds. It happens every year about this time and doesn't seem to do any harm.

It'll be good to be surrounded by green once more.


Anonymous said...

Perhaps the extreme temperature shifts will prevent encroachment on your area by the chrome and glass cabin crowd. We have the mountains to ourselves in Winter, but the rest of the year the second home crowd is up here.

Rio Arriba said...

H., No, we don't have any "summer community" up here. Entirely too barren and not enough "to do."

When one of my Irish friends learned that I was moving here he bet me 1000-euro that within 5 years there would be five "holiday homes" within two miles of me.

So far we are down three households in that area. 1000-euro will buy a lot of fish and chips!

Anonymous said...

That's another thing I like about your area. No summer home people. When I moved to my place in 1986, I could not have foreseen the advent of a four lane road from Atlanta right into our county. There were just two roads coming in, both two lane country roads. Zell Miller, the then Governor of the state, destroyed North Georgia with his accursed roads.

Rio Arriba said...

H., My friend lives in a little village that clings to the edge of the ocean and over the past 20 years it has become infested with "holiday homes" that now outnumber the full-time residents. People from England, France, Sweden, Germany, and the States have come there to build and enjoy their month of "Irish rural life." Thus he was sure that anyplace out of the way where someone (even someone like me!) would want to live would surely attract all kinds of others. There was just no way I could make him understand what this place is like. If holiday-ers ever come here (it ain't gonna happen) I will be gone right after.