Nicely written.

That’s pretty much the weather in a nutshell! (from someone who endured 22 Midwest winters before leaving for the sunny skies of LA) And I did step out today for lunch and comment regarding the “yucky” weather, although most folks around the country would love to live in our version of yucky.

I have to say I fit that model quite well too, been here way too many years to not marvel at a day where the sun doesn’t shine. Even in June.
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A neighbor who’s lived in LA for probably 30 years still relates to where he came from…yesterday evening he smelled the air (with all the various plant scents) and noted the temperature and said: “This reminds me of Michigan”. which is his highest praise.
I heard the crickets last night and it reminded me of a place I lived 30 years ago…
when I get up in the morning I look at the Mt Wilson towercam to see what the day’s weather will be and whatever it is, it’s still LA.
If any of you remember George Winston, when he was performing he’d talk about driving around LA and how he’d have to go to one street where the Japanese maples turned colors to get the sense of autumn (album of same name)…
I think those who move here from somewhere else always have the first sense memories of where we’ve been (or came from) and everything that goes on in LA becomes an almost unchanging backdrop….we expect it to be a certain way. I also think that so many people don’t have gardens or live near parks so they don’t live with the small seasons we do have here.
It’s easier to say ‘weird weather’ than realize change is always a part of it, even if we don’t remember all the small changes that have gone on.
Sort of like ‘earthquake weather’ (no validity)…but when you live in a wooded area, you can walk outside, smell the air and think: Mushrooms!, and yes, they’ll be popping up soon…even though what you smell isn’t the mushrooms themselves.
We tune out our responses to the weather (in cities) so any sort of change seems a rude interruption of what we think is our normal weather. And we all suffer at one time or another from short term memory loss. Weather isn’t usually important enough to remember, so we’re always suprised.
Or maybe it’s the end of the world. Who knows?

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What a lovely post.

I’ve lived in southern Arizona and Alaska, so even after more than 30 years here, I confess I still find a certain amusement in Angelino complaints about how hot or cold it is.

But I’ve also come to sympathize with those complaints – and even to commiserate instead of laughing.

Ninety-two degrees IS hot. The fact that I’ve lived where the temperature sometimes doesn’t drop that low for weeks on end doesn’t change that.

But I won’t countenance complaints about how “LA doesn’t have any seasons.” Yeah, there’s always something blooming – but purple Jacaranda Season is not pink Silk Floss Tree Season. :-)

(And really, anyone who can’t tell the difference between a brush-covered LA hillside in March and the same hillside in August is just not paying attention, and should probably go somewhere where it snows.)

Right on! As a Paris transplant to L.A., you’d think I’d be used to the “charm” of gray, gloomy weather, but it really affects me here. I’d heard about the blood thining theory, and somehow think that it’s not an urban legend after all.