It's the first day of autumn; summer such as it was has been and gone. As we type this it's 6.30am and it's dark outside with a 52km/h westerly ripping through, and the rain comes and goes.
Siummer was pretty much a non-event this time around. The weather boffins blame La Nina; we don't care who's to blame; we just feel a bit short-changed. We don't have too much to complain about here in the tropical metropolis of Wangavegas; we've certainly seen the sun more than some of our friends to the north.
We surveyed some of our golfing mates a few days ago. The bloke who mows lawns for a crust is peeved; he normally has a holiday in February/March but won't be this year because we've just had, as he decribes it "six months of spring", and the grass just keeps growing and growing and growing. But our farmer friend is delighted; there were enough windows of fine weather to get his hay in, but we doubts that he'll need it all this year as his pastures are lush and green, and every time they brown off a touch, the heavens open and refresh them. One golfing mate's meat is another golfing mate's poison!
We're guessing that an Indian Summer is too much to hope for, but we'll remain optimistic. However the real sign that summer had gone was the fresh snow on Mt Taranaki yesterday; we captured it on our iPhone's camera, but the image isn't quite clear enough to post. But when the snow's arriving on the last official day of summer, you pretty much get the message!
Global Warming; wherefore art thou?
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Spent last week at the beach in the rain; so much for forward planning (had internet access though). :)
My mowerman has usually reduced his 2-week cycle to 3-weeks by now, then 4-weeks or more in winter. So this global cooling thingy is costing me money! If we dropped the ETS, things might revert to normal.
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