For the past three days the high has been supposed to be over 70 tomorrow, and each day when tomorrow comes, the high gets downgraded into the 60s. What’s up with that?
Overnight lows in St. Croix look to range from 75 to 78. I don’t know if I can pack to handle wild swings like that. How many different weights of t-shirt can they expect me to fit into my carry-on?
I’m sure glad I didn’t spend a bunch of money to go on a vacation someplace warm in February this year.
So warm I saw my first butterfly of the year! (Sadly, didn’t manage to get a picture.)
Extremely cheerful bus driver. Despite terrible weather she’s laughing and telling jokes.
Weather is a local phenomenon. Oh, weather systems can cover half a continent, but the weather on the north edge of a huge weather system will be entirely different from the weather at the south edge. And any particular spot on the planet sees a unique sequence of weather systems, somewhat different from those seen by other nearby spots, and entirely different from those seen by more distant spots.
This is why I’ve always been completely baffled by celebrity groundhogs.
It makes no more sense to pay attention to the shadows of distant groundhogs than it makes to pay attention to the forecasts of distant meteorologists. In fact, it makes much less sense—a distant meteorologist has the skills and technology to produce a useful forecast for your local area. But I have no more interest in what some celebrity groundhog sees when he emerges from his burrow than I have in the local weather report for Hong Kong or Timbuktu.
What matters is what your local groundhog sees when he emerges from his burrow this morning! Pay no attention to the shadows of distant groundhogs, whatever their celebrity status!
Hereabouts, it’s rather foggy, assuring us of an early spring.