I knew that the British were known for talking about the weather. As a new Canadian I am now learning that the Canadians are famed for it too. I Always assumed that it was because the weather in the UK is so variable that it makes a reasonably interesting topic of conversation that does not involve religion, politics or anything else controversial.
Now I have realized that there is far more to it than that. Until relatively recently most people either grew up on farms or in farming/fishing communities, and most people grew at least some of their own food. The weather is if crucial importance to farmers and gardeners. This year in SE New Brunswick we had a really hot July followed by a wet and cool August. There are things that you can do to reduce the impact of drought weather such as building up your soil organic matter, using mulch and drip irrigation, but ultimately a month of intense heat and no rain has its consequences. This year the beet harvest has been virtually non-existent for anyone without a source of irrigation or significant mulch, and the carrots are late and smaller than they should be.
There are things that we can do to moderate the effects of the weather, but we are ultimately at its mercy. Our one piece of luck this year was that our tomatoes, though planted late, still managed to ripen on the vine due to a remarkably late frost. Normally we get frost around September 5th, this year in mid October the tomatoes were still going strong.
This means that the weather is still a serious topic for farmers and given the ongoing and anticipated effects of climate change it is evolving into a political one.
Something else I noticed about conversations about the weather is that today, with most people working indoors in climate controlled workspaces, conversations about the weather are becoming more and more based on ‘weekend weather’. Last July/August was also very dry but it tended to be a bit rainy on Friday evenings and Saturday mornings. Despite the overall rainfall for the month being negligable and the ground being bone dry, cracked and starved of moisture, each weekend at the market all I heard was complaints about ‘all the rain’ we had been having!
So next time your Sunday picnic or Saturday trip to the beach gets rained off, during a month of heat and drought, just remember that somewhere near you a farmer is looking up at the sky and saying ‘Thank you!’.