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Show To Every Season It has been a week spent at the edge of the storm in more ways than one. Last week's dismally grey skies broke up into locally severe thunderstorms thunder-storms which steamrolled down the canyon and rumbled rumb-led their disapproval across the valley. Rodeo fans in the Oakley grandstands eyed the darkening heavens with one hand reaching for their car keys but it was Francis which took the brunt of the storm. Gardeners in Kamas watched wat-ched columns of rain move across the west hills, debated deba-ted whether to light the hibachi. Campers in the Uintas tightened down their tents, ' dug trenches and prepared for the worst. Some mightily humbled and some thanked the lucky stars, which skidded out from under the cloud cover later that night. But the coast cleared in time to watch the rise of the harvest moon. Neighbors gathered to share the bounty of their crops as the remaining clouds took on the cast of sunset and they chatted out on the veranda long after old man moon showed his full smile over the foothills. The only remaining thun-derheads thun-derheads are political in nature and are not likely to diminish for at least a month. Newscasts are running overtime. over-time. There is a sense that these are important times and must be made the mosi of. Everyone is busy, busy. Certain factors contribute especially to the overall sense of urgency. One is Park City's interminable detour, a true test of the art of handling a standard transmission. trans-mission. And the other is anticipation of the first frost. Long-time residents are already al-ready shaking their heads in a reprise of 'never seen anything like this before. 'J They aren't complaining though as each day added to the growing season brings green tomatoes and tennis ball size cantaloupes closer to natural maturity. Lt has been a rare fall at that and since we have not yet felt the itch to jump into weighty ski boots and parkas, each day without snow is a gift. NC |