Central Virginia has had exceptional rainfall since last Spring. In 2018, we recorded our second wettest year. With each changing season, many of us hope that we will have more than a week without rain. So far, no such luck.
I’ve lived in California and know that they desparately need the rain. Another El Nino year is in progress. Like most trends, what starts in California, soon spreads across the nation. The precipitation is no exception.
Except for climate change, we can not do anything about the weather except monitor it, discuss it, bitch about it, maybe even prepare for it, but we can not change it. It will be hot/cold, wet/dry, seasonal/unseasonal.
I wish the rain would come and wash the dregs of snow away. Yesterday I saw the first winter jasmine blossoms burst forth on their long shoots, adding small splahses of yellow on an otherwise gray/white landscape. Across the back yard, the daffodil stalks are an inch above the soil line. Spring is staking out an early toehold.
Ground Hog Day is two weeks from tomorrow. The fat rodent will be yanked, protestingly, from his burrow to forecast the possibility of an early spring. He will have a shadow of a chance of being correct.
We’ve gained almost an half hour extra of sunlight in the evening since the Solstice. The calendar inches forward one day at a time but my impatient mind yells “Enough already! Spring we’re waiting.”