I’ve been using the back deck as a yard stick. It’s been helping me gauge the change in seasons. Or the change I was hoping to see, anyway.
About 3 weeks ago, the sun finally melted all of the snow and we were on our way into Spring. I could actually see the grass (no mean feat, I tell you). And then this happened.
Nani wondering what all this silly white stuff is.
Huh. Here’s a fresh new 6″ of snow. I was really, really excited to see the snow all disappear only for it to come back. Again.
I know, I know. I live in Alaska. There’s supposed to be snow. But doesn’t Alaska know it’s May? By now it’s supposed to be Spring (yes, that’s Spring with a Capital “S”. I take Spring very seriously, thank you).
It may just be true that in Alaska, there may or may not even be a Spring. In fact, it may just jump from winter straight into, well, winter again.
Summer, Schmummer
It’s true that “summer” is used very loosely here. In Anchorage we’ll rarely see a 70-degree+ day and that would actually be considered hot. Go figure. But sometimes summer never really comes and all there is is rain and chilly temps. Kind of like a continuation of Spring. That is unless Spring was really just a continuation of winter, which would then mean that summer isn’t like Spring at all.
The funny thing is, I actually found myself getting excited when the temperatures – though only temporarily – reached into the 40s. For those of you who rarely, if ever, experience temperatures in the 40s lemme just tell you that it’s still quite chilly. Actually, that’s not true. Temps in the 40s are still cold.
I know Alaska is in the far north and I should expect cold temperatures. It literally goes with the territory. All I’m sayin’ is that it’s an adjustment learning to type with perpetually frozen fingers and being cold all the time. Maybe I just need to accept that that may be my constant state of being up here. Perhaps I can be that person wearing long underwear year round. That might work.