Welcome to Denver – weather permitting
Phoenix, 96 years old and a lot of sun. Miami, 85 years old and partly cloudy. Denver, 42, with spells of rain mixed with snow and snow mixed with rain. Newcomers to Colorado want to know, “What’s going on?”
It’s springtime in the Rockies.
Since the first of the year, we already have the Four Seasons.
It’s been about 80 years, setting a record. People in shorts enjoying the sun.
Days when Harry’s ears are lifted by the wind, making him look like a different race.
Lawn mowers, airy lawns, flower beds.
Looking at this morning there were rabbit tracks in the snow on my lawn. It looked like two rabbits met, dated and tried to add to the population.
Harry walked out and came back with a white patch on his nose.
Maybe you don’t like it, but me.
In two days, Phoenix’s peak will be 102. And again the next day. In a month, 102 will be the low of the day.
Phoenix has never mixed rain and snow.
Has Phoenix ever had snow? Yes, traces.
And on January 20, 1933 and January 21 and 22, 1937, Phoenix had an inch of snow.
With the Major League Baseball season in its second month, there was snow overnight in Denver.
One day, new arrivals, it will be 95. I promise. If that’s what you want, we’ll have two months just for you.
July and August will be miserable for my roommate and me. Just when my neighbors decide to blow things up again, it will be hot, unbearable and summery.
The weather in the Denver subway is as nonlinear as I think it is. Maybe that’s why I love him.
It is illegal to milk someone else’s cow in Texas.
In 1977, I moved from Phoenix to Denver without an overcoat, boots, or snow shovel.
Due to growing up in Michigan, Pennsylvania, and Ohio, I was familiar with winter weather.
I didn’t care at the time. Do now.
What is the difference? Maybe retirement, because I don’t have to get out of it.
Maybe because it slows me down, just a little. Being somewhere isn’t what it used to be. Being at home is better than ever.
When I had to drive downtown to teach, as nasty as the rat race was, I was used to it.
Compared to other big cities at the time, Denver was still a bit sleepy. No more.
It’s rush hour every hour.
Who is to blame? I am. And others like me who have moved here from another place.
My neighbors are from California, New Mexico and Iowa.
Some of these weird times the snowfall is heavy and overloads our trees, knocking over branches. It’s not good.
Drivers, underestimating the conditions, drive as if there aren’t any. It’s not good.
But wasn’t it nice to see? Winter looks over his shoulder to say goodbye, like Jimmy Durante?
Durante always signed to his radio and television programs: “Good night, Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are.”
He didn’t explain the comment until 1966. It was a tribute to his first wife, Jean.
Ms Durante, he said, always liked the name of a small town they stopped in on a road trip across the country.
Calabash, North Carolina.
The temperature in Calabash is currently 72. Cloudy with fifty percent chance of schnozzolas.
Craig Marshall Smith is an artist, educator and resident of the Highlands Ranch. He can be reached at [email protected]