Part of my north coast education has meant learning that end of march does not equal cherry blossoms (sad) and instead, it means weather with a severe multiple personality disorder.
The moto these days: "Don't like the weather? Wait five minutes."
On the first day of spring, I was lucky enough to have my colleague and friend, Tess, visiting. We snapped a few photos outside my office window to illustrate the meteorological madness. In a matter of 8 hours, we peeped out the window to see snow, rain, hail, and blazing sun.
The other saying around here when the weather gets nutty is "The herring must be in". Don't worry, I was perpelexed too and did my fair share of mmmm-hmmm-yes-fake-head-nodding-like-I-know-what-you-mean. But someone finally explained that the weather is often insane in March, and this also corresponds to when the herring begin to concentrate and spawn.
I thought it might have meant something like this:
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| Yes, I'm aware these aren't herring and Prince Rupert looking nothing like this. |
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