I like the way they worded the snowfall prediction in one forecast:
“Heavier amounts in favored snowbelt locales.”
I feel so… special.
#blessed
Predictability
The rain
the forecast said
would arrive
at 9:00 p.m.
started to fall
at 5:53.
Memo to flannel sleep pants
Memo to flannel sleep pants: it is May, and we are nearing the end of flannel sleep pants season. Some of you are wearing thin in places, and some of you have been patched. Please be notified that some will be selected for retirement upon the last wearing of this season. Thank you for your faithful service and for the survivors, see you in a few months.
Sincerely, the wearer of the sleep pants.
Holy signs of spring, Batman!
By the way, Autocorrect, when I say I saw my first robin in town, I do NOT mean I saw my first Robin in town. NOT THE SAME.
New frontiers in weather observation
Hmmm. On the Weather Channel, they just said they “would be watching this storm with a fine toothed comb.”
Huh?
One source of rain
Waning crescent moon
Horns’ tips upraised
Goring water from
The clouds they pass through
Spring sunshine
Spring sunshine can fool you, but think of it this way: we’re two months and a week away from the first day of summer.
Two months and a week from then is the end of August. So today’s sun is as strong as late August sun. It fools us because the air is cooler, but the sun is just as direct. AND, without much of a tan at this time of year, so we’re even more vulnerable.
Multiple choice exam
Multiple choice exam:
It’s snowing out! And there’s the forecast of two more single digit overnight lows. Your reaction is:
[ ] How lovely! A little fresh snow makes everything look so fresh and clean!
[ ] Oh, well. April’s right around the corner.
[ ] It’s the final straw. I think I shall take to my bed and huddle under the covers until the Fourth of July. It should be warmer by then, I hope.
[ ] All of the above
[ ] None of the above
Cold is relative
The temperature is zero. But don’t worry. It’s zero degrees F, not Kelvin. Zero degrees Kelvin would be another story, although none of us would be around to tell it, I fear.
Snowflake haiku
The snowflakes have joined
Into big wet shaggy gangs
And splat to the ground.