Wednesday, April 18
It's been rainy here in Boulder County, and the landscape is as green as it
seems likely to get this year. I should have learned by now, though, not to
make predictions based on so little experience of a place. After 26 years
Nebraska and Kansas still surprise me. 78-year-old men sit in gas stations
over bad coffee talking about the weather and shaking their heads.
Certainly this is a piece of deep routine, but partially it is because the
weather still surprises them too.
My Grandma Bearnes must have talked to me about the weather every time we
ever spoke on the phone. If you are a person who takes an interest in
things, who notices the substance of what is really going on, this variation
is woven all through the stuff of your life. Here, Colorado seems at first
glance to offer less variation, but it is possible I am just not calibrated
yet. Or maybe that I do not take an interest in real things.
When I was back to the farm for Easter, we looked at some of the calendars
she kept. The kind spiral-bound on a piece of heavy stock with the logo of
some elevator or co-op. She started writing small simple notes in them some
time in the mid or late 1960s. There's an entire box full of them, a life in
brief sentences. Livestock, church business, friends and neighbors, children
and children's children. Weather.