Today’s forecast: A compilation of weathers from here and there for Friendly Friday Sandy. Our most usual weather – clear sky with a rare cloud – is represented the least. So spoiled am I that I notice it only when it’s gone.
Two quotations come to mind immediately regarding the weather. Here is the first:
You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.Pema Chödrön
The second saying is something that I used to say all the time (in Slovenian, I don’t know the author) and found it hilarious. Now not so much:
Everybody gets mad at bad weather, and yet nobody does a thing.
(ADD-IT: After ledrakenoir commenting at Sandy’s that Danish artist Robert Storm Petersen said “Everyone talks about the weather, but no one does anything about it”, I googled it and even though it is most often attributed to Mark Twain, it possibly stems from his friend Charles Dudley Warner.)
Something tells me that back then something about the weather, or better climate, could still be done in time if all of us chose to do it.
In her post Sandy explains her interesting experience: she left Jamaica to move to Canada and suddenly had to start thinking and talking about the weather.
My case is not as drastic and it’s in the opposite direction: Southern Tuscany is much sunnier, hotter and absolutely less snowy than my native Ljubljana, the capital of Slovenia. In all eight years since I’m in Tuscany, snow – or drama, as my amore from Rome calls it – fell exactly once, in the night. It all melted by 1 pm the next day.
A special true story goes with this post:
After three August days spent with my family in the Julian Alps in Slovenia last year – mostly rainy and cold enough for the winter jacket – early September this year we hosted a couple from Oregon who had exactly one day left in their schedule to do some hiking in Slovenia.
My father, who likes almost nothing more than following and forecasting weather, kept telling us for the whole month that it would not be possible to hike that day due to stormy weather. And then, a few days before due date, I got his message: “The promised storm disappeared without the trace.”
When I told Crystal about this, her face was telling. It displayed the serene “thought-so” blend of her Cherokee heritage and US
Marine Army weather service expertise, and with an incoming mix like this the storm clearly thought twice. The morning of their hike was spotless. You can read about it on Crystal’s blog.
And now examples of weather from Tuscany and Slovenia through the years.
For Friendly Friday Photo Challenge hosted by The Sandy Chronicles: Weather
This day in my blogging history