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.
Take Care,
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