Well, this is the last question in our 20 question bioregional quiz. WIth or without Anthropogenic Climate Disruption, My Minnesota's climate is anything but average. If our extremes were closer to our averages, we'd be a four-season paradise. Here's a series of maps of Minnesota's state-wide climate information, but, to answer the specific questions we're considering today, our "region" is central Minnesota, with the specific location for temperature and precipitation the airport [MSP], just south of Minneapolis and St. Paul.
Photo by J. Harrington
What is the average temperature and precipitation for your region?
How has it changed in the past three decades?
Climate Summary for January 1, 2014 through December 13, 2014
MSP average temp 44.5 departure -2.8
MSP average precip 34.56 departure 4.79
Climate Summary for January 1, 1985 through December 13, 1985
MSP average temp 43.6 departure -2.7
MSP average precip 31.66 departure 1.05
chickadee in Winter snow
Photo by J. Harrington
Although there does not appear to be a radical change in the past 30 years, the annual average temperature and precipitation aren't the best indicators of change, although the annual average temperature displays a slight increase, while the annual average precipitation has slightly diminished. The link at the end of this sentence takes you to a treasure trove of Minnesota climatological data.
The Center for Atmospheric Research
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Please be kind to each other while you can.