Monday, November 14, 2011

Weather or Not

A couple weeks ago I dug up the last of the carrots, plucked a few sturdy green tomatoes, pulled any onions I’d missed, snapped the last tiny cabbage off its stem and chopped down what was left of the chard.

last harvest

The next morning we awoke to this.

first snow

And then exactly a week later, we got it again.

Lots of talk about the weather lately, what with all the storms and power outages around the country. Northern Colorado was hit with the storm that then moved northeast and caused so many problems in that corner of the country. A foot of snow fell in 24 hours, and we lost power for three days, but luckily the big freezer was so packed with garden produce and a side of pork that nothing thawed. We weren’t so lucky with the food in the fridge and side-by freezer.

Ah, well. We were safe and warm enough, with hot water, a gas stove top, plenty of canned goods, and a place to recharge laptop batteries after whacking away at the keyboard each day.

I’ve seen tornados (a bit too close for comfort), been in flood waters up to my neck, rationed water in droughts, watched wind storms take down hundred foot tall Douglas firs (crash!), and rock-and-rolled through the epicenter of a 5.2 earthquake. Dust storms, snow storms, ice storms that cover everything with a coat of glitter – weather thrills me. That’s not to say I hope for bad weather, because I most certainly do not.

However, weather is powerful. I don’t appreciate the destruction it can cause to people and property, but I have to acknowledge that it’s one of the few things man doesn’t control. Sure, I’m on board that most of the crazy weather of the last few years is caused by human-induced climate change, but other than the practice of seeding clouds to get more snow on the ski slopes, man can do little other than prepare and hope and, well, weather out the weather. We can work to reduce gas carbon emissions, and should, but if a system is heading your way, riding your bike to work is just a little too late.

We’ve finally cleaned up all the downed branches, made the necessary trips to the dump, and are waiting patiently for the snow to finish melting so we can pick up the rest of the fall leaves. It’s always something.

And that’s okay.


  1. The fact that man doesn't control weather is a great metaphor used in novels. I'm just glad you got the rest of your gardening done before that first couple feet fell! :)

  2. Great post. I like your attitude of rocking and rolling with the punches. I actually love crazy weather, though not the damage it does.

    I like your pictures. In Ontario, Canada we often get that kind of scenario.

    Incidentally, I've been to Colorado. Loved it. My husband and I camped on Long's Peak in early May. There was still some snow on the ground. It rained, but not enough to put our fire out. We had a great time.