Monday’s weather was, well, a little depressing if you were looking forward to blue skies and sunshine. They were there but way above the cloud tops as rain fell continually all day Monday with 1 inch of rain in the bucket as of 5 p.m.
We had a high briefly of 48 degrees about 7 a.m. and then as the cold front arrived, temperatures fell back into the low 40s with many folks wearing winter attire while outside. I mentioned twice recently that our change to improved conditions was going to be slow, as in baby steps. I do believe that we will finally rise into the low 50s and I’m predicting 60 degrees on Thursday, our first one of the season. That is somewhat late compared to the climate averages.
A few of our friends that live in the foothills reported snow mixing in with the rain midday Monday and then all wet snow as evening approached. Say it isn’t so. Rain fell at pass levels earlier Monday but quickly changed to snow with a foot or more expected overnight and into Wednesday this week. We have caught up with the snowpack and are above average in many measuring locations.
We are still riding along on the northern polar jet stream while California is riding along the southern pineapple express jet stream. I think Thursday through the weekend will be drier than wet as weather systems only brush us. Thursday is mostly sunny and all day Friday may be as well. The only chances of rain are on Saturday and Sunday, but we’ll check that out on Thursday.
An honorable mention goes to the woolly bear caterpillars and their fall prediction for our winter months. From the large sampling reviewed by me and many of our faithful readers, these lowly creatures were advertising a chilly winter with the coldest part of winter and best chances of snow in the final weeks, as indicated by the placement of the rear and forward black segments. They graduate with honors as they emerge as the Isabella moth later this spring.
Weather observer Ellen Smart above the Ridgefield National Wildlife Refuge reports the frogs have begun their annual chorus while the white swans linger before heading northward any day. Nature knows spring is upon us.