We live in the spacious agricultural belly of California’s mid-section. From my cluttered, second-story farmhouse World Blog Headquarters window, I look out onto acres upon hectares of fruit trees, planted crops, and the meandering valley creek, which occasionally flows behind our place.
Unfortunately, the view today is nothing like the pastoral backdrop that we are accustomed to.
The insistent north winds are blowing with an unrelenting vengeance, thick with the fine-grained topsoil of recently tilled fields. You can see the wind in the brown haze that obscures what little snow is left topping the spine of the magnificent Sierra Nevada mountain range, to the east.
And you can taste the acerbic grit that feels of dirt in your mouth.
The wind today is like yesterday, which was like the day before, which was a repeat of the day before that. We have lost count. Insanity is said to come of stretches like this. The old timers claim they cannot remember a spell of wind like this in their many years.
This is where you skeptics are probably screaming at your screens, that this has nothing to do with climate change, and is probably just a case of C.R.S.
All I know is that we are living in strange times. A few weeks ago, we had unseasonably hot early spring days, in the 80’s. That was followed by a cold spell that sent me packing to the hills for one last day of skiing, where the temperature fell to the,
“Oh my god…I can’t feel my face.”
Then, a couple of weeks later, it was back into the high 80’s, even bumping the low 90’s.
The warm weather got my blog brother and I up into the foothills for a flower finding mission in the Bear Valley area. Even the wildflowers could not figure out the seasons, and apparently just decided to skip their typical cavalcade of color, which we witnessed the last time we visited.
The new normal is abnormal®
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Back on the homestead, this unrelenting wind is taking its toll. I am starting to see strange sights.
I swear I just saw a jackrabbit flying by in the adjacent field, with its enormous ears billowed out like spinnakers on a sailboat, using its almost comically long rear feet as rudders as they trailed across the ground.
Did I mention the rabbit was pink?
See, I told you the climate was making me strange.
O.K., making me even stranger. Climate-Stranger® as a matter of fact.