(Sorry for the delay. I wrote this a few weeks ago then forgot how to find my drafts!! Beginning to think I am to old to learn new tricks--or at least to remember them for long.)
Weather Advisories for the First of May.
It's hard to believe that it is the beginning of May. Oh, sure my tulips are budding ready to pop open with reds and yellows, black eyes like antannae reaching sun-ward. And the daffodils are already beginning to droop.
But resting atop of both lovelies, like a mound of quilt batting, is a thick, icey white frozen frosting. Snow.
Nebraska weather is a topic of discussion all across its flat plains. The saying goes, and I've heard it used by other people in other states that belt the center of the United States, if you don't like the weather today, wait; for tomorrow it will change.
I am very aware of the fickleness of the plains. It is historically documented in a mosaic in our state capitol building, The Blizzard of 1888. That day the morning was sunny, bright and warm, and the prairie school kids enjoyed playing outside. But the afternoon brought such a howling wind with snow so thick that people lost their way and died. Or became heroes.
But in my 57 years here, well, minus 3 or 4 years spent in other locations, I cannot recall having snow in May!
It started on Tuesday when the summer-like temps climbed into the 70's, beckoning me outside. Letting me stroll to the elementary school to retrieve my granddaughter.
But Wednesday was grey and so dark that my grandbaby was sleeping in night-like comfort in her cradle. Lights were needed all day. The rain dripped, the wind howled, and the tiny ice pellets we call sleet tinkled against the window panes. (Was it only 1 day ago I opened those windows and allowed Spring breezes to blow?)
But variety and change truly are the spice to life on the plains. For just when my soul has wearied of the grey days and impending storms, Spring will break forth in the 2-note love song of a bird searching for a mate.
And this is why I live here in Nebraska. Well, that, and this is where God has planted us for this time period. Who knows (God of course), tomorrow we may move!
(Note: Instead of moving, God threw us some 100 degree temps! And only 2 weeks past this post! Crazy weather we're havin'!)