We have here in the Pacific Northwest the most unique weather in the country, not arguably, statistically. We have world-record snowfalls (check out the stats on Crater Lake, OR sometime). We have hurricane-force winds. We have a bizarre topography that creates wind tunnels and a convergence zone north of Seattle that does remarkable things and is centered directly over my house.
We also almost never have thunderstorms.
But all you hear is gray gray rain rain. It’s gray, for sure. It rains more in Atlanta and New York city. But I digress.
In this part of this particular area of the PNW, though, we’ve been relatively unscathed this year while the rest of the country has taken the brunt of bad weather. For a while it was just fascinating, then I just felt sorry for the people I knew and didn’t know back east and in other places, and then I moved into just being grateful that we were spared, as boring as it’s been. Just same same, wet, dry, sunny, cloudy, cold but not too cold and sometimes just like it’s supposed to be here, low of 42 and high of 43.
Our winters are also abbreviated here, with most big storms stopping right about now, late February. Things can happen anytime and sometimes do, but statistically we’re at the tail end of the bad stuff, if bad stuff were to happen, which really it hasn’t. Not really even much flooding this year, weird.
But we’re getting snow this week, something I look forward to now, probably not much but it sounds definite, one more taste of winter before spring, when the grass will start growing like crazy and the pitchers and catchers will be joined by the rest of the team in Arizona and the winds will blow and it will rain until mid-July. I will take a little snow, be grateful about the mildness of it, and at least for me I welcome our new white and fluffy overlords, snow all you want.
(Crater Lake during one of its good weeks, summer 2004)