It's been doing this every day. The clouds build up at the foothills then spill of their own weight as they approach and pass overhead, you can actually observe this happening, usually dissipating completely before the clouds reach the city. Then the clouds pass by as they rebuild at the foothills with patches of bright light between. Sometimes making another pass. It is awesome. The previous two days it actually did rain, but not all that much.
People go about their business, in and out, back and forth, as if nothing extraordinary is happening. We laugh at umbrellas. People bring them then stand in the rain. I saw this at the memorial reception last week. (I also saw someone begin video recording using their phone in portrait, so I checked them. How's that for intervention, eh?) Oh well, that's Denver for you. The common phrase around here is, "Don't like the weather? Wait a few minutes."
Look how hopelessly confused this is. Numerically, the situation is incalculable. The numbers are all over the map. Given any national weather map the isobars for high areas / low areas, storms, temperature changes, pressure changes, what have you, all converge smack on top of Denver. Any seed package displaying zones will have color bars converge right at Denver. I can never make head or tails of them. I honestly do not know what zone I live in. And neither does anyone else.
And I keep looking too. Last night for example, I could not make sense of the map provided by USDA misc 1475 in Pamela Crawford's book. The color key provided is useless to me. Denver sits in a yellow dot within another dot inside a larger dot inside a bulge that juts from an arm that dips down from the regular broad yellow band.
That tells you when it comes to plants, do whatever you wish. You will have your own little microclimate somehow depending on your precise situation, your protection of terrain, of vegetation, of fences, other buildings, what have you.
Or else it means expect extremes and never count on anything actually growing.
Look how hopelessly confused this is. Numerically, the situation is incalculable. The numbers are all over the map. Given any national weather map the isobars for high areas / low areas, storms, temperature changes, pressure changes, what have you, all converge smack on top of Denver. Any seed package displaying zones will have color bars converge right at Denver. I can never make head or tails of them. I honestly do not know what zone I live in. And neither does anyone else.
And I keep looking too. Last night for example, I could not make sense of the map provided by USDA misc 1475 in Pamela Crawford's book. The color key provided is useless to me. Denver sits in a yellow dot within another dot inside a larger dot inside a bulge that juts from an arm that dips down from the regular broad yellow band.
That tells you when it comes to plants, do whatever you wish. You will have your own little microclimate somehow depending on your precise situation, your protection of terrain, of vegetation, of fences, other buildings, what have you.
Or else it means expect extremes and never count on anything actually growing.
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That's all well and good, but at least Algore was correct in his prediction that the arctic would be free of sea ice by 2014 - finally, a Northwest Passage that is like a tropical sea cruise!
What you get when you live a mile above sea level.
It helps to bear in mind that a garden is a very unnatural thing, has been my experience.
Pressed up against he foothills, the deluge was awesome. The hills are actually green and it's August.
It rarely ever green in August in CO.
AlGore must be in town.
Here are a few photos of the rainbow that appeared a few days ago.
#1
#2 the glorious double
Does container gardening change the equation? Do roots freeze earlier in a pot? Or is it moot because you move planters inside? The classic answer to your conundrum is to look around and see what successfully grows in your area, but I suspect you aren't much interested in what everyone else grows.
Here in the foothills of East Tennessee, it storms most every summer afternoon. At 3 o'clock, just when I like to head to the pool.
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