LIGONIER VALLEY SPRING TAKES A GIANT STEP ON APRIL 8, 2013
What famous horror movie was written in 1816, the year without a summer?
(Answer at end of post.)
Look Ma’…No sweater…
Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday brought Pennsylvania’s Ligonier Valley the sweaterless weather that residents yearned for. It was a welcome reprieve to have Monday’s temperature, in my little corner of the world, reach a high of 79 degrees Monday.The high is expected to be 70 degrees on Thursday.
Great, everyone is saying, spring is finally here.
The weather map predicts that during the remainder of April the highs will fluctuate between 47 and 71 degrees. The lowest high will occur on what some consider the unluckiest day of the month, April 13.
NOTE: This information is from Tuesday evening’s weather prediction.
Enjoy it, I tell people. Remember the April 23 snowstorm last year? It ain’t over ‘til the roly-poly snowman melts into the ground and quenches the thirst of tulips, daffodils, and daisies.
I’m not a stick-in-the mud, nor am I a pessimist. I’m a realist. Too many times I’ve had my hopes up and zap—Old Man Winter reaches out his hand and slaps me just one more time.As I started typed this on early Sunday evening a March 24 weather.com headline on a paper lying about read winter Storm Brings Heavy Snow East. About 10:00 p. m. a light snow will begin, turning to snow at 4:00 a. m., which will continue until snow flurries are predicted at 8:00 a. m. Wednesday.
Punxsutawney Phil was wrong on February 2nd, 2013. People have been enraged ever since. And with every snowfall since then scuttlebutt circulated that this is the last blast of winter.
Poppycock. All these comments did was frustrate me by continually offering a false hope of an early spring. Spring was lethargically limping onto the scene while winter held us with an icy grip.
Just be glad it isn’t 1816, I told people, showing my optimistic side. When they looked at me strangely I told them in 1816 the sport of the months of June, July and August was ice skating.
MONTHS THAT SHOULD BE SUMMER’S PRIME
SLEET AND SNOW AND FROST AND RIME
AIR SO COLD YOU SEE YOUR BREATH
EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND FROZE TO DEATH
(An old rhyme)
To read more about that summer click on Eighteen Hundred and Froze to Death…The Summer That Wasn’t .
ANSWER: Frankenstein. During the poor weather of 1816 Mary Shelley and her husband-to-be Percy stayed indoors during their vacation at Lake Geneva in Switzerland. With her friends, there was a writing contest to see who could come up with the most frightening short story. Mary’s was A Modern Prometheus, or Frankenstein. *^