It’s Gotta Be a Record!   Leave a comment

Two weeks ago it snowed here in Fairbanks Alaska.  That’s a friend of mine on a ridge line. Last weekend it was so cold we wore our winter coats to pick up spring trees. This weekend — right now, at 6:00 pm — it is 102*F on my south-facing deck and 77*F in the back yard.

Alaska’s springs are usually short, but we ordinarily have a one-month “mud” season that we call spring. This year we literally had spring in about four days. We have friends who still have snow on the  ground around their houses. We dug our garden this weekend and decided to set some posts for a pea trellis. We had to stop because the ground was frozen about 18 inches down. Ordinarily by this time in May the ground is thawed to about least eight feet.

If this is not a record for the shortest spring in Fairbanks history, I am stumped as to which year that might have been. And that all makes me wonder — why do we humans, especially we American humans, have such arrogance that we cannot conceive of the world operating without our control.

We don’t control the weather. We adapt to it. Global warming, global cooling, ups, downs, whirlwinds — we really don’t know what’s going to happen next year. The weather man is wrong 60% of the time. So, can we stop acting like we have awesome cosmic power and just adapt to what comes our way.

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