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May 30, 2003

Spring passed us by

Once again, Spring just decided to pass us right by here in Nevada. A couple of weeks ago it was in the low sixties, still coming out of the last clutches of winter. This week summer is in full force, with temperatures in the 90’s. When you get right down to it, we only have two seasons: cold and hot. Sure there are transitional periods between the two, but they’re not really what you could call “spring” and “fall”. They’re just times where it’s a little too hot during the day and a little too cold and night, and then all of a sudden the temperature shoots up 20 degrees and you put your jackets in the closet. And then, at the end of summer, you have a few chilly nights, and then all of a sudden it’s ice cold and back come the jackets.

This is just the way of the desert, I suppose. There is nothing green here that wasn’t brought in from the outside. If you neglect your yard (like we have ours), it just stays this bleak shade of brown all year round. If you water, things grow, but they never really come alive and turn green. Everything’s always a sort of dull, sad green around here, the kind put out by plants that have seen too much sun and not enough rain. The sagebrush is the only native plant to sport any green, and even that has a dull grey tint to it. You can tell the plants are tired of living here, underneath this relentless sun.

Now Washington State—that’s a place that brings out the green. You can tell that the plants there are happy, that they have plenty of water, and plenty of shade. They feel like they belong there, like that’s the kind of place they’d choose to live even if they hadn’t been transplanted. In fact, a lot of them do choose to live there. Here in the desert, do you ever see a tree popping up out of the ground on its own? Nope, they have to be planted by hand or brought in from somewhere else. In Washington, they’re sprouting up all over. See, the trees know what’s good for them. People don’t, apparently, because there are so many of us living here, having the life drained out of us by that unblinking sun. I know I’m trapped here for financial reasons; I can’t imagine why everyone else is here.

What’s my point? I don’t have one really, except that it’s going to be another long summer. Especially if we’ve hit 97 degrees and it’s only May.

Mudslide!!

Twenty years ago today: Mudslide!!