I pulled out my atlas the other day and looked up “Anchorage.” I was checking to see exactly where it was located. It IS the site of the Fur Rondy. It IS the area where the Iditarod, (at least ceremoniously) begins every year. I concluded that Anchorage is indeed IN Alaska! Now that I had solved that quandary, I wondered what did I really know of Alaska. It’s cold. Yet today in February the therometer says “35 degrees F!” Now that’s not cold; not for Alaska. So I looked around for the snow. Alaska surely has snow. And there it was, all of two months old; Snow…and green grass. Green grass in February. This couldn’t be Alaska.
But there it was right on the map. Snow. So I went down to see where the world famous Iditarod Sled Dog Race would start only to be told it would begin somewhere up north. Since Nome is where it ends, I guessed it must be starting somewhere between here and there. Perhaps this year it will actually start on the green grass of the city of Iditarod itself. Who knows?
All I know is that my flowers are going to have a bit of a rough time as they did two years ago. I will do all I can to save the perennials and hope there are some decent annuals to plant.
For now I am content to plow the driveway and mow the grass. Even with all this I believe we have it far better than our countrymen (and women) in the great state of Georgia. It is under snow which makes it l more similar to their Russian counterpart than a part of the south.
So I shall just sit back and relax, secure in the knowledge that we truly cannot control the weather. The weather controls us, like it or not. Just ask our economy.