An inquisitive old fart with a camera
It was still that temperature approaching 5:00 when I walked the dog. As soon as we hit the beach, the temperature plummeted in moments. 87.8°F to 71.6°F.
We had the Veranillo (little summer) of San Juan earlier, and expect the Tormenta de Santa Rita around in late August / early September. Typically brief warm spells result in moisture condensing on every surface. We have none right now, and we have had almost 10cm / ~4″ of rain in the last five days.
Layers, knit cap, shoes on for the beach. First time in a while. It felt like autumn earlier this year (March).
Also in the end of March last year. And end of March three years ago.
I’m not complaining that it’s been warm this year. Not at all. We had our first fire couple nights ago on behalf of Tex‘s sister from Honduras, here to take care of his affairs. I was barefoot, in a short sleeve shirt. I guess you get spoiled, living in the topics.
Late walking this evening: still shorts, flip-flops, and t-shirt (on) but beginning to feel like autumn.
My friend Mike has written about the weirdness of his garden this year, and asked me about our figs tree in the country. I frankly don’t pay much attention because I have no expectation of every enjoying figs from it, given the voracious wild parrots.
Alas,
the fruit is very small and the leaves are turning brown and dropping off.
¿Cambio climatico? indeed.
5 cm in 30 minutes, and Montevideo has a little problem area to work on.
An unusually tall bank carved out of sand by the runoff in Atlántida. The dog in the distance, which is bigger than my dog in the foreground, gives better perspective.
Yes, just as ugly as it looks.
You’ll recall that all of five days ago I was noting the extreme and unseasonal heat.
Today, 1 November (equivalent 1 May topside) at 34°46′ south, we are chasing off a chill with the wood stove. It’s not that cold, but the fire feels nice.
4:00 in the afternoon. This thermometer never gets direct sun, and sits in a well-ventilated area. The end of October equates to the end of April up north.
Just. Ain’t. Raht. Fortunately, we have a stiff breeze blowing, so it’s not that bad.
Sunny now, but it’s been only a few days since this ….
Closed ports, sunken boats. The annual few days of very windy.