In case you haven’t read my nephew Tim Fitzpatrick’s interesting commentary on yesterday’s blob, please read and memorize it.  There was never a  truer word spoken. As for the demise of his treasured broccoli sprouts, please send him a Mass card or at least a Spiritual Bouquet.

It’s true what Tim said about all those low-life weathermen.  That exciting “lovely spring weather” we were told to expect today in Seattle, is now predicted for a high of 49 degrees. Not exactly what we were waiting for.  I’ll have to put my bikini and sunglasses back in the drawer and once again re-don my thermal long-johns and patrol boots.

Global warming hasn’t visited itself on Seattle yet.  Last summer, I don’t think the temperature went over 70 degrees more than 6 times.

We deserve all the jokes you keep hearing about our “wetlands”.  Like, what do you call two straight days of rain in Seattle? A weekend.  Three straight days of it is a holiday weekend.

Or, it only rains twice a year in Seattle: August through April and May through July.

Or,  what does daylight-saving time mean in Seattle? An extra hour of rain.

Or, how can you tell when it’s summer in Seattle? The rain gets warmer.

They don’t call Seattle “The Emerald City” for nothing.  Of course it’s green all the time.  The flora need sun and heat to wilt or turn brown. How could that ever happen here?

The truth is, though, that Seattle actually isn’t one of the rainiest cities in the U.S. It ranks 44th in annual rainfall among the major U.S. cities. Places like Ketchikan, Alaska (152 inches per year), or Mobile, Alabama (65 inches) have WAY more rain than we do. But it’s just that our 36 inches of rain per year is spread out so that it keeps spitting and  leaking much of the time, October through March. I blame it entirely for how rusty Octo-woman is.

I think our climate is supposed to be a lot like that of Ireland, the Emerald Isle.  Which is my roundabout way of showing you this delectable video sent to me by my niece-in-law, Babs Ford in Medford, Oregon.

I think it’s a flash file – which means you probably can’t view it on your iPad or iPhone – but it’s truly worth watching on another platform. The scenery can only be attributed to God and all that Celtic rain, but the words and voice of Roma Downey will touch your heart and spirit. She starts out in Gaelic, but stick around for what she tells you in English!

Just click on the baby broccoli plants:

It may not be in time for the broccoli shoots, but otherwise, there’s nothing like an Irish blessing to improve the day! And, oh well, who minds a little rain now and then?  Weathermen notwithstanding, it will help make what’s left of Tim’s broccoli grow.