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CLAYTON RYE

By Staff | Sep 30, 2016

A favorite George Carlin comedy routine of mine is one where he says he is “the hippy-dippy weatherman with all the hippy-dippy weather, man.”

I am not a sports fan so sitting in the stands of a sporting event is not something you will see me doing.

However, I have my front row seat in what I believe is the greatest spectator sport of all – watching the weather from my blue easy chair that is located in a southwest corner of a room with large windows to the south and west.

My view is for several miles, always changing and never boring.

I have two weather stations (that’s another story) located above the roof of my home that provide temperature, wind speed and direction, barometric pressure, dew point, precipitation and more into a computer.

One of the computers sends this data to Weather Underground where my data along with the data from many, many other weather stations is displayed on a map.

As if that isn’t enough, I have certain people in the weather forecasting profession I listen to as often as I can.

With all that going on, do I have an inside track with what will be happening with weather days and weeks from now?

The short answer is, “No.”

Earlier this spring I was sure we were going into a dry fall because El Nino was ending and La Nina was around the corner.

After last week’s huge rainfall not that far east of me, while we had three inches of rain, so much for a dry fall.

Soybeans were planted in the low fields on our farm last spring because that was what was next in the rotation. They were drowned out in early June and with all the rain we have had since then, they never had a chance.

Even the weeds are struggling where there was once growing soybeans.

A dry October would be a genuine gift and more than welcome.

How about this winter’s weather?

There seems to be forecasts saying it will be a tougher-than-usual winter, but I believe we hear that about this time every fall.

I don’t believe the black band on a woolly caterpillar or how deep a squirrel is burying his winter supply of nuts is any indication of a winter.

On the other hand, I am not so sure the track record of the weather experts I trust is much better.

So, for me, the weather is a daily never-ending soap opera of “I wonder what is going to happen next?” It is a drama of pleasure in beautiful spring and fall days and wonderment as a passing thunderstorm flashes the night sky with lightning and thunder that vibrates my windows.

From the viewpoint of my easy chair, I am watching the greatest show on earth, every day, every night, all year round.

And if there is someone who has all the answers about weather, I have yet to find them.

And that’s the hippy-dippy weather, man.

Rye is a Farm News staff writer and farmer from Hanlontown. Reach him by e-mail at crye@wctatel.net.

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