"Hmpf!" I said to myself--and Jenny, who was scampering about in the melting snow. "I bet this won't last."
Some would call me a cynic. But those would be people who live where the climate makes sense. Here where the Great Plains slam into the Rocky Mountains, I'm called a realist.
This morning I woke up to 24F and to 2 inches of snow, which is still gently falling. I rest my case.
Darling Husband is another realist (and clairvoyant). A headline in today's Denver Post reads, Dry-winter forecasts miss mark. The lede:
Dry-winter forecasts were flat wrong this year for much of Colorado and the Southwest, and weather experts say they're struggling to understand why the snow just keeps falling.A couple of months ago, when DH read the forecast for a dry winter, he said, "Well, that's it! This is going to be a record year for snow."
"Why?" I asked.
"Last year, we got the first blizzard just days after the forecasters said it would be dry. So here we go."