Weather changes come with territory

Dear Editor,

A windblown dandelion seed a token, that some promises were kept and some promises were broken. Time has less light as night approaches. Autumn on the moon encroaches. An empty husk a symbol of departed life and the sure sweet absence of immortal strife.

Is it my age, or was that one of the quickest summers on record? At least here in the north country we are blessed with four distinct seasons. None of that dual repetition of perfect climate for us.

We are true cheeseheads and yoopers through and through. Who needs boring shifts from hot summer and cool winter and back again? And all those monotonous scenes of palm trees, tropical flowers and white sandy beaches wafter by ocean breezes? Count us out.

Here, in our own version of paradise, if we are not happy with the current weather conditions, a change is sure to occur within an hour or two, or in some cases about 10 minutes. Soon we will be served with examples from column ‘b’, ‘c’ or ‘d’.

Being in the temperate zone near a big body of water such as Lake Superior, we may experience sudden events, one following upon another, sometimes causing seasons within seasons. Such shifts are by and large out of our control. If it is a woman’s prerogative to change her mind, mother nature is a prime example.

On the larger stage, baring some catastrophe here on earth, or some misdirection from outer space that might knock our little blue planet our of its “green zone”, we should be bound by the laws of astrophysics to orbit our solar star in relative comfort for some time to come.

Ask not what, whom, nor try to reason why. We are, to say the least, fortunate in our planetary location in the cosmos. Our personal decision to live in northern Wisconsin and the U.P. of Michigan is another matter entirely.

Someone once wrote that “each day should be unwrapped like a precious gift.” So too must we view the seasons. Yes folks, even that one called winter. The reason, if you know that the quilted snow upon the loam shall hold the reason for another season, until the final certainty takes wing and the promise in the keeping of yet another spring.

Thomas Ylsabeck,

Ironwood