With storms almost daily, I can’t complain about the weather being boring. At the cabin, the aspen are just leafing out, about two weeks later than usual. (Was it the cold spring that delayed their coming out? Or maybe not enough sun to spur their growth?) When the trees first leaf out, they're tentative, as if not totally confident that snow won't return to freeze the leaves. Yet they emerge in bright colors, as if life is brazenly announcing itself.
With all the rain, cloudy skies and patches of snow on the high peaks, the landscape is two-toned: the lime-green aspen and the different shades of gray in the clouds. I can’t stop myself from soaking it all in and taking pictures, especially when I know these soggy days won’t last. It’s our wet season, with more rain than usual, almost an embarrassment of riches when wildfires are racing across Canada, bringing destruction to maritime provinces, such as Nova Scotia, that have rarely experienced them.
Meanwhile, here in Colorado, rivers are up to their banks, the ground is saturated enough that water pools in low-lying areas. With every new rainfall, water finds its way through the cabin roof and onto the wooden floor, which never gets a chance to dry. The front door is so swollen with water that it will hardly shut or open.
Can I be allowed to enjoy this deluge, especially when we’ve had too many summers with wildfires? All too soon, the skies will dry out, wringing out all the water from the ground and cabin, and the dry days and heat will return.