It’s been a strange, late winter here in Scotland. Just a week ago, I brought in the last of the roses. The geraniums in the window boxes are still blooming, despite the snow. The dog has been out making doggie-angels in the snow, and is now busily depositing gallons of melting slush and eau d’wet-dog all over the living room rug (the only actual good one in the house).
In her blog post on Naming Storms in Britain and Ireland [here], my ever-entertaining fellow expat, Ellen Hawley, talks about the political and social comparisons of named storms in the US and UK. It reminded me of this weather blog I posted a few years ago. Enjoy!
Weather and politics. It’s all local.
When I first moved to Chicago, I was too young to appreciate The First Law of Local Weather: no matter where you move, the natives have never seen this kind…
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