I took this yesterday, driving home from Pittsburgh. January 12; that’s pretty much “the dead of winter” around here.
The first year(s) I lived up here, I was very unhappy because the winters were severe; our first winter had an extended cold period (called “winter”) that lasted nearly a month. All the snow, slush, etc., didn’t melt – it just accumulated in layers of ugly strata; it got slipperier and slipperier and when the time came that the spring froze solid, I had to pickaxe my way through inches of ice.
This year I haven’t even turned the water off at the studio; I don’t think it’s going to frost below the surface dirt.
I had a lot of time to think, driving home. Anna and I had spent the morning at the Carnegie Museum of Natural History, looking at the fossils. So many extinctions!
Eventually we’ll have fruit crops begin to fail because the trees will think it’s spring and start their growth cycle, then encounter a hard freeze. Of course, Florida oranges will do great, assuming there’s any salt-free groundwater, which there won’t be. What’s scary to me is how interlocked all the systems are, and how a failre in one causes failures in the others.