Saturday January 13th 2007

The Weather Rock Report
Saturday January 13th 2007
Location: The Bozeman House Front Yard, Bozeman, MT

Again cold and clear today. –18.9 degrees this morning reach a high of 5.0 at 5 PM. As of this writing the temperature is –9.0 and a windchill of –20.0.
I would like to pass on some wonderful advice and a weather report I received the other day from a noted Mr. Elmtree. He resides in the start of Tennessee, and has been one of the many receiving my reports via a Mrs. Harris- who then forwarded it to me. It was a lovely surprise for me to be the receiver of this. While I would love to take credit for this lovely piece of advice all credit goes to him.

I hope you do not mind my forwardness. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Mr. Elmtree and currently reside in Tennessee. Your reports have inspired me and I couldn't help but think of you when Ms. Daffodil and Ms. Lillie came to me the other day. They sought my advice and I would like to share my response with you.


"Quiet! Listen. I know I am old, as is he, and overly cautious but that is why you have come to me seeking advice.

As I look down upon you, I see that in your youth and exuberance to show the world your delicate beauty, you have sprung forth perhaps too soon. The balmy breezes and warm sun have lured you once again with the promise of an early spring. And now, that you have watched the cardinal stuff himself furiously with seed to weather the chilliness of the night, you are worried that you have acted in haste.

As for me, I have seen the coming of many new seasons. I have watched in sadness the rebirth of my new coat of green wither in their youth and fall to the ground precipitously. It was only yesterday that I whispered to them "not yet my children." For I can feel him over my shoulder and can hear his slow and steady footsteps. He has not yet quit the race.

While he is as old as the hills, it remains to be seen if he will falter and grow weary before the new and strong season can pass him by.

But then, if you should wait in cautiousness, the world will be denied your colorful and amazing splendor, and the eternal hope of an early spring. So, I say to you, "Throw caution to the wind and uncover your smiling faces. For truly, unlike me, you only live once!"
And I will spread my branches to their fullness to watch over and protect you should Old Man winter pass this way."

I will post my next report tomorrow,

The Weather Rock