I got to looking at our local climate data Monday.

Frankly, I was driven to it by the NWS weather radar.  In the wee hours when I got up, we were going to get an inch-and-a-half of rain starting at 7:15 AM.  But lo, and behold, at the appointed hour, it was just a high overcast.

But the “time to panic” was near, reassured the weather monster:  Thunderstorms beginning at 10:45.  And then again, nothing…

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This went on for a good part of the day – “Expect thundershowers beginning at 3:45 PM…” – yeah, right.

We sat out on the screen porch last night until almost six and finally gave up.  But we were up this morning at 4 AM waiting for the Big Rains.  Sadly, nothing is on tap under 8:15.  (We want to see this “climate change” up close.)

This did get me to thinking about this year’s weather, so here are a few of the highlights of “climate change” here.

The rainfall, year-to-date was 24.49-inches.  The previous year for the same window it was 20.36.  Might seem like a gawd-awful amount of rain if you live in Droughtifornia, but when you live somewhere that 6-inches can fall in a day, it isn’t such a big deal.

A couple of other items caught my eye:

It was not much hotter than last year.  The maximum temp for the period was 101 in 2016 with a low of 27.

This year, the max temperature was still 101 but the low was 15F.

That might sound like climate change is making things cooler, but talking to the fruit growers, our young man (OM2’s son) who works on things around here to help us keep up, was telling us it wasn’t cold enough, long enough to really drive a lot of trees into winter dormancy so the crops would be lower this year.

The bugs are up, too.

Monday the Space Weather Prediction folks up the hill in Colorado released the latest Solar Cycle Projection data:

As you can see, the Sun is in process of going back into nap-time.  When this happens a lot of other things seem to go hand-in-hand.  Namely, extremes of weather don’t seem so extreme except that cooling Earth temps do result in more rainfall – since the warmer air held more water than cooler air could.

Still, climate has always been changing – since day one.  Climate dopes, though, would argue that the manmade component is terrible and must be stopped.  Then simply ignore the Truth about climate scamming when it leaks out.

Which reminds me.

Did you see the story out of Australia this weekend?

Turns out “Temperature readings plunge after Australia’s Bureau of Meteorology orders end to ‘tampering’.”

The “cutsie” angle to this is that the weather stations the Ozzites were using happened to have a SmartCard port into which (we’re not sure whom) stuffed the data by throwing out lower temperatures that were recorded so the data would skew to the (agenda) –  warm.

The story which is bound to follow ought to be discovery that the “SmartCard skewer cards” are used in places other than Oztralia.  When that comes out, we’ll tell you when to brace for the next onslaught of hot air from the climate-tax globalist scum who want (pardon this) in your pants.

If the crooks were baking the climate books in Oz, they will surely do it elsewhere.  But who are we calling Shirley?

(bah-dum-bump!)  (rim shot)

The Climate Change mania remains rampant among the impaired, even though sea level is down a bit the past couple of years.  And Al Gore’s latest inconvenient spin has augured in.  But the climate promoters still have the ear (and front page) of the NY Times which this morning is peddling “Scientists Fear Trump Will Dismiss Climate Change Report.”

GIGO (*garbage in, garbage out) by friend.  Flawed data always results in bad output.  You can safely betcherass that heat islanding is underplayed and high temps emphasized while lows are “adjusted” – just like in Oz – worldwide.  But “investigative journos” won’t go up against anything labeled “Science” for fear of being branded “deniers.”

The Vatican had the same kind of groupthink control last in the Middle ages. Science is the new Religion – and because we are such self-deluding apes, it’s being abused in much the same way.

As the climate hoax implodes, a major source of left-leaning politics (and thus campaign fund raising) fails.  Even today we’re reading how the USDA is dialing it back and will refer to “extreme weather.”  But this president didn’t have a hand in forming a carbon exchange like his predecessor.

Is common sense making a return?  Heavens no!  Just a pause in the rhetoric in the social-media-fed asylum.  Like a 7th inning stretch.

The Ure’s “Garden of Eden Eaten

One of our readers was asking about how things were going in the garden.

I’m embarrassed to say that we haven’t had time, nor the inclination to do much green-thumbing. Here two months back, some coons or possums got into the garden and ate damn near everything.  There was a row of cauliflower and they were about half the size of a fist when the famine-crew got after ’em.

Deer followed, brought in by the squash leaves.  Gone overnight.

That’s why today the garden looks like this:

I’m sure that somewhere under this pile of greenery, that the deer have taken to hopping the fence to get at, there is something worth eating.  But the coons or possums got all the squash and a lot of everything else.

This is all because I didn’t have time to weld up the “deer proofing” extension on the garden fence.  It’s a project that has been on the drawing board for a couple of years.

Local critters kind enough to leave the tomatoes alone.  We wrestled with the vines for a while and had some good tomatoes out of it, but in time, even these were stripped of succulents and left for dead.  We’re surprised they didn’t eat the fencing that was coiled to hold the tom’s up.

There was a time, way back when, that I thought to myself “How could God, in the bible, send a terrible flood to wipe everything off the face of the Earth?”

Today, looking at the remnants of what had been a promising start to this year’s garden, I feel a certain kinship.  But instead of sending a Flood, I’ll be picking up two 20-gallon jugs of propane.  Then I’ll happily blast anything green straight back to Hell from whence it came.

Once properly cleaned out, we’ll try for a fall re-start of the Edible Eden.

But we won’t hold out too much hope, since Eden’s don’t seem to be doing very well.

Putting a new sign up in the shop, though:

“You can garden or you can reload.”

The choice is getting easier over time.

Write when you get rich, or see where the possums and coons got off to.  There’s a momma raccoon with three kits for sure.  Don’t mention I have a small caliber reward for their gardening assistance..


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