So I’ve been here for a solid three years and I’m pretty sure that no matter how long I live here I will never get used to the weather. I know that you’re all probably sick of hearing about it but it’s such a part of our every-day experience it’s easy to become obsessed. When you live in a city without a car and you walk everywhere meteorology becomes a lot more than a five minute consideration each morning before you get dressed. While I have lived in various climates, I’ve never experienced weather so changing and unpredictable. In California, we had four distinct seasons but they were pretty reliably, well…seasonal. It was hot in the summer, cool in autumn, cold in winter, and warm in spring. This trend continued in Massachusetts with warm and humid summers, spectacular autumns, frigid winters, and disappointing springs. Michigan and Missouri were minor variations on that theme. Here you can have summer, winter, spring, and autumn in one day. The garden next to our flat provides a perfect example of that right now. I was walking to work a few days ago when I noticed that these had popped up:
That’s weird. We got a bit of a “heat” wave recently – you know when temperatures hit the 60s (!) and these overly eager little guys decided it was time to make their second appearance of the year. In the same park there are also trees with leaves turning gorgeous colors and then dropping off the branches.
Which makes for an interesting juxtaposition.
So if the crocus bulbs are this confused, you can imagine how frustrating it can be when trying to dress or plan anything that may involved time spent outdoors. Rain contingency plans are a way of life and waterproof, but breathable, clothing is a must.