Weather isn’t the same thing as climate; the latter conditions the former while the former only generally reveals the latter. Yet as I sit here shivering through a cloudy, windy, mid-May day that has seen snow flurries and not much else, I gotta wonder: What’s going on?
This has been the wickedest Spring for weather I can remember. We’ve only had about 5% of normal precipitation for the year, and the wind has been endless. My dad’s garden in Texas has been blown out four times.
A single swallow does not make a summer, and one bad year doesn’t herald a dozen. But if this keeps up, we’re gonna be in serious trouble.