By Peter Anderson All winter long, this lingering dissonance: I say “beautiful day,” and the blue sky mildness is real and pleasant enough, but so is the uneasy notion that our good fortune now will cost us come summer. The weather “pleasantries” we exchange carry only half of the truth. The other half, too unsettling to acknowledge in neighborly comments at the hardware store, is that we may be entering into a season of dangerous drought – one that rivals 2002 when we lost many of our cottonwoods or 2013 when the great rising plumes of smoke from the West ...
