One of my friends [Hi, Christine!] always laughed at me becuase I always talked about the weather when she asked what was going on with me. She seemed to think it odd that the weather mattered. But then, she was living in New York City, and not being affected by it much. I was living in Tucson, and always planning my outdoors activities to avoid the 100+ degree heat in the summer.
Even while I was living in Tokyo I watched the weather, though - in those those narrow slits of sky between the tall buildings!
Now that I am in Colorado, I get big doses of sky - over the plains to the east as I drive down to Boulder on the Foothills highway, or over the mountains here at home.
And I watch the weather more than ever, because in addition to my regular hikes in Rocky Mountain National Park and surrounding areas, I now have crops to tend - my tiny herb and tomato garden.
Temps dropped fast yesterday, and the weather report was calling for frost overnight, so I went out after work and brought in all the tomatoes and a clipped a lot of herbs. I wish the tomatoes could have had another week or so, but I think most of them will ripen on the window sill:
We had another spectacular sunset, after which the temperatures continued to drop, and when I climbed into bed, I could here snowflakes hitting the skylights like tiny footfalls.
We woke up to about half an inch of snow:
A warm weekend in Colorado - but the signs of Autumn are all around.