68° yesterday, maybe 63° today … hoo-lawd, this ain’t no way to run a climate, bruh.
It’s barely February and we already have juniper, ash, alder, elm, rumex, and willow pollen blasting us in the nose-holes like ICEholes pepper-spraying citizens.
This makes for fine cycling weather, of course, as long as you’re not drafting someone clearing his beak. The tuque and tights go back in the winter-duds drawer. Ditto the capilene base layers. Out come the short sleeves and arm/knee warmers because, hey, you never know.
But one of the days we’re gonna twist a faucet to fill a water bottle and get nothing but a fart sound, pffffbbbbbffflllhhhh, maybe a little puff of fine sand.
Boy, is Assos ever gonna make bank selling stillsuits.
“Albuquerque? You’re gonna want the Paul-Muad’Dib Signature Model. How much? Ho, ho. If you have to ask, you can’t afford it. Can I interest you in a Liet-Kynes hoodie and a gallon jug of Kwisatz Haderach sunscreen, SPF 666? And maybe a Kleenex?”
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After three and a half months of “winter” I am enjoying the warmth and blue sky of Albuquerque. But as a person who grew up in Southern Colorado i am acutely aware of the D word and from all I can tell we are headed to a Mo fo of a bad summer. However wearing shorts in February is decadence of a high magnitude but hey I will take it.. I have a packing cube full of Buffs that have sat on the shelf all winter, will use them to prevent redneck disease. Seems to have infected the damn country.
Even on a good rain year, we have to water the yard, esp. the raised beds. Heck we harvested the last lettuce out of the tented beds in January. This year, watering is gonna break the bank, if they don’t ban watering altogether.
This is me today.