By the calendar, spring arrived just over a month ago. By the looks of things around here, its taking it’s sweet frickin’ time.
Yesterday, Monday, was a balmy, partly cloudy, 68-degree day up until 1:30 p.m. or so when gusty winds kicked in; the temperature dropped 13 degrees in less than an hour.
How windy was it? Here’s a tweet from my colleague Bryan Kelsen:
The wind has come up again today carrying topsoil for miles. I guess you could say that once again Earth Day in Pueblo blows. #dirtinears
— Bryan Kelsen (@BKelsen) April 22, 2013
For the record, the National Weather Service’s Pueblo station clocked yesterday’s strongest gust at 54 m.p.h.
What’s in store for today? The NWS says a high of 37 degrees with a 50% chance of snow. Which begs the question: What the hell? I’ve got a ton of yard work to do, sprinkler heads to fix, plants to cut back; yet it seems each of the past three Tuesdays and Wednesdays, my scheduled days off, the weather goes to shit.
It’s as though Old Man Winter is conspiring against me. Or he just doesn’t want move out of the way for spring.
The weather of late reminds me the 1936 MGM cartoon, “To Spring” in which a bunch of industrious elves/dwarfs/gnomes charged with ushering in the spring season are dealt a near-disastrous setback when winter rears up one last time before finally capitulating.
