If you follow my blog, you’ll have gathered previously that I live in a “fly-over” state. Miles of cropland, small towns, and tall concrete grain elevators dot the landscape. Rolling gradual hills and small creeks, gravel and dirt roads, and limestone fences posts are the view.
We are on a rollercoaster this spring. Depths of winter to the heights of spring, then back down to winter, then back up to spring.
Today, I have the office door open. It’s beautiful and sunny out. Our high is forecasted as 89 degrees F. I can hear birds. The air smells fresh. Our Bradford pear tree is trying to bloom.
When winter comes in again tomorrow night, it will feel like a villain with icy teeth and a cackling windy laugh. It will shrivel the spring plants that have just emerged. Children and parents at the soccer fields Saturday morning will hide in their cars between games. Teeth chattering, they’ll brave the cold to cheer and play. We’ll do the same on Sunday afternoon for our baseball scrimmage.
This is our week’s forecast April 12-18.
Without the lows, I wouldn’t appreciate the highs. Right?
I’ll just keep telling myself that.
Summer will come eventually and sweltering heat will settle on us. We’ll all be wishing for the crispness of cooler weather.
And so keep riding the rollercoaster of seasons in the Midwest.
We woke up to sub-zero temperatures this morning and a two hour “dangerous temperature” delay for school. Three below 0 (Fahrenheit). Wind chills around -20.
We passed Brrrr… Extra Frigid…. and Extra Frosty about 20 degrees ago. I’m sipping hot tea like my life depends on it.
Funny thing- I don’t think my kids really even feel it? As my daughter pulled on her cat-themed sweater tights this morning under a turquoise tulle skirt, she argued that she didn’t need to wear a stocking hat. It might clash with her hot pink sunglasses. Oh to be a 5yr old fashion expert! Truly, we pick our battles with this one.
Hats, gloves, and coats are required this morning! Beautiful sunshine is doing little to counteract the freezer blast blowing from the north.
Today the cattle are being driven the four miles back to the farm from the hills.
We don’t actually ‘drive’ them. They walk. We don’t push or get aggressive. The mamas know the path. Their bellies sway as they plod down the dirt roads. The babies push along in slow groups or stick close to their mamas.
90 minutes of slow and steady. They are back for the winter.