This has been a freakish winter so far. Some surface waffle of my brain, the one too tuned in to what the masses think, sometimes sends a flimsy "You ought to enjoy it while it lasts!" warble floating through the brainosphere. And the part of me trying to be more positive pipes up with a mild "Aye!" But most of me just feels weird about it, feels the innate and inordinate otherliness and deep wrongness of this winter weather.
It might hit 60 tomorrow.
Most people point to global warning. Some say it's just a blip on the grand meteorological landscape and el nino is nothing to get your panties in a bunch about. But this is the second mild winter in a row, and the second one that the Farmer's Almanac had predicted to be unusually cold. And that Ben Franklin is NEVER wrong.
If a regular old coldness and beslumbering blanket of snow doesn't come along soon, grapes, apples and other crops may start to come in early, throwing growing cycles off for years. Sap is already running, and the bees are out. The bees, people! The bees!
But back to me. I am glad for the low use of my heater, but that's about it. If you pay attention, you can feel it in the air: Everyone knows, on an unconscious, primal level, that this is deeply wrong. There is a mild disturbedness oscillating through the air. You can feel the buzz rising off people, swirling around in a mass interrobang: the subtle, subliminal "wtf?!"
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Very well put. No wonder our oranges sucked this year.
It is 80 freakin' degrees down here today. I don't expect it to be frigid, but it IS January, and long sleeves would be nice. I've lived down here all my life, and this is not typical!
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