Smells like rain here….

I know.  I must be losing my marbles you’re thinking.

Well, yes, actually I am.  Lots has been happening here…I’ll have to expound on the details in a bit…just not now as I’m falling asleep at the keyboard (who knew that was possible???) so that is a sure sign I should be in a bed instead of sitting on this uncomfortable stool.

But…back to the rain odor.

This evening…around 5 or so…we were outside.  I was cleaning up canine excrement in the newly fashioned “yard” in the back.  Gracelyn was doing who knows what…flinging snow with her snow shovel, making tracks through what’s left of the snow, swinging…you name it.

I thought to myself…”wow, self…it really smells like rain out here.”  Then I thought to myself…”self, that can NOT be a good thing.  Smell again.  Perhaps you’re on the crazy train, or waiting for the clue bus without a ticket, or not playing with a full deck…or, well, get the picture.  Smell again.”

So I smelled again…a deep long inhale through both nostrils…and the aroma was the same. It made me think of rain.  Of springtime…when the ground is thawing and the soil is wet from the ice/snow melt, pine needles and wet leaves that never got raked up…around here, at 9000 feet, the springtime odors are pungent.   And intoxicating.

I looked around.  Sure enough…there was grass everywhere (albeit a dry, brown, not healthy looking spring grass), and wet, dark soil popping up.  The snow was falling, sliding quickly, picking up speed as it caromed off the roof, falling with a large boom and splatter as it hit the ground.  I looked at the sky……the light seemed like the grayish light of a warm, spring, March day…when things are melting and the world is being born again.

And then I said to myself…”Self, this is definitely not good.  Definitely.  Definitely.  This is January 24.  At 9000 feet.  We should have 3 or 4 feet of snow on the ground.  It should be 10 degrees.  There should be no springtime odors permeating the air.  There should NOT be any grass showing.  There should be NO signs of soil…only ice and snow as far as the eye can see.”

Then I came back inside and checked the calendar…just in case I had somehow misplaced  three or four months.  But no, the calendar read January 24.  I checked the phone…it read the same thing…January 24.

This is bad folks.  Very, very bad.  We had about 14 inches of snow….about 6 weeks ago.  !!!!!  And nothing to speak of since.  I am smelling springtime in January.  The snow is melting, dripping off the roof…in January.

This portends a scary time for all this summer.  We needed a HUGE winter snowfall to make up for the lack last year…of snow and rain.  I am afraid winter is over.  The ground is still frozen, so all the melt is simply running away…not refilling the well, that ran almost dry last summer, not being stored in the pond…just disappearing.  Scary scary times.

And no snow in the forecast.  Actually…there was a 30% chance today…the best in two weeks.  Not a single snowflake fell.  At least not here.

With that, I bid you adieu.  I’m off to dreamland…where I’ll be imagining mountains and mountains of the white fluffy stuff.


About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). #FindingMyVoice #ScienceMatters
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