It's the time, of the season
When your well runs dry
In this Stein, torch me easy
And let me dry with my webbed hands
To bake you in the sun
Scorching lands
To burn down every one
It's the time, of the season for hosing
The Stein has come, to say dry air
To pray for rain, to pray for pears
The time has come, a fact's a fact
Must irrigate, to keep it wet
How can we dance with a dewless mornin'?
How can we sleep while our lawns are burnin'?
The GFS lost the Tuesday torch. It's been really overaggressive with some of these backdoors in the extended. It used to be that if a global picked up on a hint of one you could almost guarantee it'd come to fruition. Now the GFS tries to accelerate any westward trending seagull fart back to ALB.
I could name a bunch of countries I'd feel less safe being in, but yeah, we can do a lot better. Although what's happening in Ukraine does give me a little pause.
Mine haven't reached that caliper yet although I do have a wild one in the back woods that's a good 2-3" diameter now and beginning to fissure on the bark...so we'll see how it does.
Most of mine are from here:
https://www.gonativetrees.com/american-chestnut/
For sure. Definitely not a summer weekend. GFS trended a bit warmer, but Euro trended cooler and added the clouds and precip. Euro def caving more. GFS is still miserable on Monday too.