We’ve had more rain than normal in Quebec this spring, which combined with a fairly rapid snow melt is resulting in flooding in many communities near rivers and the temporary displacement of hundreds of people.
I can’t remember ever seeing as many weather warnings about rainfall. People are genuinely afraid of rain these days, and I suppose it serves as a reminder that we humans live on islands surrounded by great seas that could rise and wipe out our civilizations in the proverbial 40 days or less.
As you can well imagine, all this grey weather is causing waves of depression, too. Many people are just plain cranky these days. We want sunshine. We want to sit on the outdoor terrasses of cafes. We want to start firing up the barbecues on our decks. We want to start planting those tomato plants we started indoors from seeds. We want to go canoeing. We want to go skinny dipping . . .
You get the bleak picture. We all have cabin fever. We’re champing at the bit for some decent weather so we can peel off the outer layers and get closer to nature.
Alas, such is the nature of May: it teases us with a couple of summery days early on, then clobbers us with remnants of winter for a few weeks before almost grudgingly allowing summer to arrive. Hence, the reason why traditional planting time here is Victoria Day weekend around the 23rd of the month. Before that, there is too much danger of frost at night.
My g/f is starting to wilt under all this rain. She is a deck person — she lives on the deck for much of the summer. So, she is just plain ornery these days, which is why we are resorting to shopping therapy today. For a couple of hours, we’ll put this grey world behind us as we take in the bright spring colours in some department stores, and she will emerge with some new duds and, perhaps more important, the feeling that brighter days are ahead.
I wonder if the stores will be packed with other people suffering from spring rain fever . . .
And I’m wondering how people who live in rainy places like England and Vancouver cope? Do they get used to it? Or do they just shop a lot?
Sigh . . .
So, how am I holding up to all of this? Well, I’m just happy that all the precipitation isn’t arriving in the form of snow, which is Public Enemy No. 1 in my books.