The year's weather in review
Cape Breton Weather
The year just gone by? It began mild and quiet. (I’m speaking in terms of the weather.) The temperature rose to see five degrees C, and clouds sprinkled rain on the heather.
Cape Bretoners thought, “Oh, I like what we’ve got for the start of two thousand, one seven.” May it keep on like this all the way to Christmas, nice weather that comes straight from heaven!
Well, the mild weather phase lasted only three days, when the winds, reaching one-sixty-two, laid waste and made supine the Grand Étang turbine, so appallingly fiercely they blew.
“The first day of spring” is what March claims to bring, but that sure didn’t happen this year. Record winds and deep snow, temps to 20 below, made the March weather way too severe.
April’s creation: A new weather station, to clock Bay St. Lawrence’s jets! In less than a week it recorded a peak of a hundred and nine, in Les Suétes.
In May it was rain, again, and again: one-fourth of a metre came down. But then it turned dry for June and July, and the fairways began to turn brown.
Hurricane season was wild beyond reason, with Harvey, and Irma, then Nate. Cape Bret’ners prepared, but our island was spared from a tropical hurricane’s fate.
Our beautiful Autumn will not be forgotten! Its warm, sunny days and its colours brought tourists in legions from all sorts of regions to rest (and spend lots of their dollars).
November’s great gale (on the twenty-third) flailed at our power poles, wires, and trees. We prayed, in dejection, for quick reconnection to phones, Internet and TV’S.
One final wind storm in December did form, a Christmas day present unwanted, that snuffed out our power for many an hour. But everyone managed undaunted.
The year’s weather, it’s told, shocked our young, shocked our old: “It’s the worst that we ever have seen.” But we’re weather romantics: we’re proud of its antics; we’re ready for Twenty-eighteen!