I find myself looking at the Connecticut radar a lot now that we’ve lighted in the OC. It’s been busy the past few days, though as I write this (7:30 AM PDT/10:30 AM EDT) the last of today’s rain is heading toward I-395 and Rhode Island.
I’ve talked about our desire to live in California a lot over the last few years. Friends in Connecticut worried I’d get bored by the lack of active weather and monotony of endless blue skies. They think after a while I’ll lust after clouds and showers and humidity.
I hope not.
It’s summer here when weather changes little from day-to-day, week-to-week. It’s mainly nice for the next five months.
People here talk about the weather back east, gasping at our ability to deal with extended periods of gloom. They’re totally befuddled by snow. They look at it like it’s a poison death ray from the sky!
I’ve played my timelapse from last winter’s blizzard for a few people. They watch slack jawed like it’s video from a Mars rover.
If they’ve been back east or are from the East Coast (as so many here are) they talk about the lushness California goes without. Roads with impenetrable canopies of trees are exotic to them. In Connecticut that’s the norm.
Because of climate and irrigation there is plenty of SoCal color. When you see open vistas they are largely brown or sandy grey. That’s the natural color.
Color is here because someone planted it, not because it naturally thrives. How much growth could there be when any July day only has a 5% (or lower) chance to see even the tiniest sprinkle?
This afternoon as the Sun comes out in Connecticut, people will rush to take advantage. Beautiful days in a beautiful place are not to be squandered. Here they’re a little more cavalier.