Fall, and other myth's about Wisconsin weather

Seasons in Wisconsin seem to transition overnight. This is the state where dressing in layers became a fashion statement out of necessity. One week we were drenched in sweat as the temperatures and the humidity raced each other at new heights. The next week we were soaked with warm rain. As I write, we are experiencing a significant cooling off period with a day or two of heat that visits like an old lover, tempting us to uncover, but with the knowledge that nothing is permanent in this seductive behaviour. Let me be clear, this is normal.

When I tell my wife that I can hear the death-rattle in the throat of winter and it's only February, she derides me. Her problem is that she confuses long gray days with sloppy snow piles with winter weather. To me, this seemingly endless, suicide inducing gloom is spring.

Spring in Wisconsin isn't a dream. It happens. It just doesn't happen for very long. It may happen while your taking your afternoon nap or stopping for lunch. You wake up or you come out of the restaurant and it's over. Needless to say, enough people miss the event to the extent that a great number of people don't believe in it or if they experience the phenomenon think they were mislead by an over consumption of mind altering drugs or alcohol.

The wide extremes in our normal weather patterns lead me to believe that global warming is nature way of giving us break. if we even slowed down the pendulum to swing from only highs in the 90's and lows of minus 20 degrees to say 85 and 0, we would become a mecca for people that lust for Ireland or some other country where the artists flourish because of genuine lack of interest in going out doors and yet it's nice enough to cultivate poets that are sad but not suicidal.