Welcome. Today we're at the halfway point of the Where you at bioregional quiz. We're up to question "10. How long is the growing season where you live?" And I thought, being unduly optimistic for a change, that this would be a fairly easy and straightforward question. Here's the table of the growing season length for Forest Lake, which is right down the road.
Derived from 1971-2000 Averages
Base Median Shortest 10% 90% Longest Temp °F 32 158 128 140 178 191 30 165 138 143 186 194 28 179 150 163 207 210 24 200 150 174 216 225 20 215 189 195 230 248 16 228 197
So, is the question based on median at 32°F? That would seem reasonable. Then the answer is 158 days. I suspect one of the unspecified variables is also growing season for which plant or plants and how frost resistant are they? This seems to be another example of the more you know, the more you need to know. Speaking of knowing more, Joyce Sutphen's poem seems to note growth in every season, growth in awareness and caring.
My father’s farm is an apple blossomer.He keeps his hills in dandelion carpetand weaves a lane of lilacs between the roseand the jack-in-the-pulpits.His sleek cows ripple in the pastures.The dog and purple iriskeep watch at the garden’s end.
His farm is rolling thunder,a lightning bolt on the horizon.His crops suck rain from the skyand swallow the smoldering sun.His fields are oceans of heat,where waves of goldbeat the burning shore.
A red foxpauses under the birch trees,a shadow is in the river’s bend.When the hawk circles the land,my father’s grainfields whirl beneath it.Owls gather together to sing in his woods,and the deer run his golden meadow.
My father’s farm is an icicle,a hillside of white powder.He parts the snowy sea,and smooths away the valleys.He cultivates his rows of starlightand drags the crescent moonthrough dark unfurrowed fields.
Since we're now halfway through, this seems like a good time to share the scoring. (You are keeping score, aren't you?)
- 0-3 You have your head up your ***.
- 4-7 It's hard to be in two places at once when you're not anywhere at all.
- 8-12 A firm grasp of the obvious.
- 13-16 You're paying attention.
- 17-19 You know where you're at.
- 20 You not only know where you're at, you know where it's at.
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