After a while the fog and frost and damp turn oppressive. We’ve had them endlessly, with freezing temperatures and some kind of weather bureau teasing that is no longer funny. It goes like this: “Oh yes TODAY will never thaw but TOMORROW will be a tiny bit warmer and then on WEDNESDAY we will be ten degrees better and on THURSDAY or possiby FRIDAY it will be mild and time to get outside and prune the roses.
The days of the week change but the song remains the same as do the actual freezing dark foggy days. Any moderation is always a mirage that dissolves as it is approached only to reform three days into the future.
But then, we heard a rumor.
This rumor came to Mr O from an actual human being who claimed that the weather at the Oregon coast was lovely and sunny. “But no,” I said, when I heard the rumor. “Look at the phone weather app for the coast– cloudy and cold, just like home.”
Mr O refused to believe the phone and we went anyway and there by the ocean we found a day that was beyond beautiful.
No wind, blue sky, and a sun-warmed moderate air temperature that felt wonderously mild after what we have been through.
There were other people with dogs and kids around. Some were even wading in the waves, which shows you how crazy winter can make you. It was not a summer day, but the sun and the blue water and big sky were dazzling, and somehow the waves were huge and close and grander than ever.
There was even dry sand up by the land’s edge where most of the beach houses looked vacant, although some sweet child had written “Happy Birthday Mom” in enormous letters in the sand , a message to someone up on that cliff someplace.
Mr O was so very right about the weather, and I was glad that I and the phone app had been wrong. You might think this mature and generous of me, but really what’s the joy of being right compared with a winter picnic by the ocean, with smoked salmon and beer and sun in your eyes? It was what the evening news might call a win-win situation and I definitely won.
Max won too.
Well I just wanted to let the Western Oregon readers know the truth about the coast weather this week (you know who you are!) and to let everyone else know that I am mentally fortified to now create in actual ink on actual paper a schedule for this year’s seed planting yes all of them and no not all at once in the same pot that would be silly. Probably.
With brand new mental balance,