Spring has sprung full blown here in Middle Earth. Daffodils and peaches are in full bloom. Rebuds are budding. Groundcover is blooming and bees are thick. Clumps of 1880s onions and garlic seeded from bulbils over the last few years are thick and growing like crazy. New crop scattered in compressed mulch layers last fall are 4" high. Zinc-fortified sunshine with pickaxing of new beds raised along the slopes is keeping the virus at bay. Resetting old landscape blocks uncovered a very young and feisty garter snake. The old folks need to head out into their segregated gardens with their chloroquine, play in the dirt and sunbathe. Would do them wonders. Nothing like swinging a pickaxe to remind one of their age. Thought I might head off for some hiking in the canyons of Utah ... but the park service, in their wisdom, has shut down most of the parks and campgrounds. But every canyon in the spring is a potential camp site. The tadpoles will be coming out in their little pools below every sandstone spring.
On Wednesday, Castellon received its highest daily precipitation since 1976 after 150 mm (5.9 inches) of rain, according to AEMET spokesperson Ruben del Campo.
It also surpassed values of rainier seasons, such as those of early autumn or late summer, del Campo added.
This movement of extreme precipitation southward into the Med. has been occurring over the last 4 years it seems. Does 1976 sound familiar. It should. The Great Climate Shift. Is something now going the opposite direction?