While the temperature frequently drops a little below freezing for the morning rush hour many recent mornings, there just hasn’t been much precipitation this winter. That’s disturbing.
When I plop and spread a dollop of butter on my early morning English muffin to go along with my second cup of coffee, my eyes search the summit of Diamond Mountain, standing tall seemingly just outside my sliding glass door.
The light dusting of snow at the summit looks more like the snow of June or July than that of mid-January.
Emerson Lake stretches out majestically beyond the living room windows.
It froze with a lovely gray patina earlier this year, but now it’s thawed into a beautiful deep blue body of water again.
The migrating geese are swimming away in my back door pool.
Maybe this column will give Old Man Winter a good swift kick and make him realize he needs to get busy and send some stormy weather our way. We sure do need it.
I don’t know where those fabled north winds come from. I used to believe in Old Jack Frost, and it was his icy breath that turned leaves those delightful yellow, red and gold colors.
To my chagrin I found out the leaves changed color because of the number of hours of sunlight. Silly me.
Although I still love those cool old drawings of Jack Frost huffing and puffing to bring winter on, I hate to let another childhood fantasy die a sobering death in Grownupville.
I also don’t have any big desire to return to those old Pagan ways when our ancestors, clad in leather and woolen coats, danced circles around the oak trees and conjured the spirits of the seasons and forced them to do their bidding.
I guess I’m just not that kind of guy.
Frankly I find myself in a quandary when it comes to global warning or the more politically correct term, climate change.
Despite what Rush and the FOX talking heads say, I believe most scientists say the effects of the industrial revolution affect our weather. You can’t put tons of greenhouse gases into the atmosphere and not cause some changes.
I agree with the scientists.
But I have friends who say the changes are cyclical and just part of the way our planet works. That statement seems just as likely and just as true. So I agree with them, too. Arrg.
They also say man is not powerful enough to change the weather. We’ll just have to disagree on that point.
The truth is we need rain and snow and lots of both.
Eight years of drought are plenty, thank you very much. The water level at Eagle Lake keeps dropping lower and lower.
When the big freeze comes in February, hundreds and maybe even thousands of Eagle Lake trout will suffocate in the shallow, oxygen-depleted waters. What a horrifying shame.
Skiers seem to believe the simple “Think snow” mantra works. Maybe we need a little bit of that kind of positive thinking here in Lassen County.
So hey, when you have a moment in the next few days, imagine us getting a little rain or a little snow and maybe a whole bunch of both. Do a little jig out on the deck.
Will it make a difference? Heck, I don’t know. I don’t see how it could hurt.
So hey, Old Man Winter — how about a little bit of action in our neck of the woods for a change? We sure could use a little help from you.
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