"Oh god, it's pouring!" That's what I heard myself say just a minute ago when I looked out the kitchen window. There are puddles on the road, and in the standing water I can see that a hard, fine rain is falling. No matter — Callie needs her walk, and it's my turn.
Walt yells out from his office, where he's working on his computer. "The temperature is supposed to be in the mid-30s" — that's 2ºC — "on Friday morning!" Meanwhile, on the morning news I keep hearing that we're having November weather instead of our normal May weather. Crops are suffering. Sidewalk cafés are going broke. People are morose. Instead of spring sunshine, we have gloom.
Sunday afternoon from an upstairs window we saw this horse and rider out in the vineyard.
I think they were headed south. Pas bête comme idée.
Has the Gulf Stream stopped flowing? It's supposed to bring warm water, and therefore warm air, from the Gulf of Mexico across the Atlantic to temper the climate in this part of Europe. Somebody go check. I think the ocean currents have gone still. And another cold rain system is moving in from the north this morning.