Happy Thanksgiving! Today was forecast to be cold and breezy, a great opportunity for most to be warm and cozy inside with family and friends. We have plenty to be thankful for.
Do you remember the weather last Thanksgiving? We had a mixed bag around the state over the long holiday. Wind, rain, sunshine, snow in the mountains and east of the Cascades. Locally, about two-thirds of an inch of rain fell.
How about Thanksgiving 2017? The weather was warm with a high of 63 degrees and Vancouver was one degree short of the record set in 1939.
How about on Thanksgiving 2016? It was stormy! Over two inches of rain fell blowing sideways with 30 mph winds.
So, there you go, each year holidays are greeted with a variety of weather. This leads into my parting words below.
I want to offer my annual Thanksgiving poem: “I look up at the sky and give thanks for the rain, hail, and snows; to fulfill our needs as only our creator knows. We complain about the heat, the cold, and the rain; but we’re given a variety to keep us sane. The dark clouds may come, but a rainbow will appear, to comfort and tell us our creator is near. We’re given the seasons — summer, fall, winter, and spring; each with their own weather they do bring. Symbolizing a beginning, growth, and death. But the wind keeps on blowing and never runs out of breath. We have acquired the knowledge of the sky, and will keep on learning, that’s no lie. As a shower that moves through and off to the east, this I would like to say at least: ‘Have a great Thanksgiving and a wonderful feast.'”
