Windblown
A week ago, it was 81 degrees. It was glorious. I ran home, threw on a pair of shorts, took a long walk with Jason, removed my rose cones and reveled in the fact that everyone was smiling again.
Today it is 15 degrees. Fifteen. Yesterday it was 17. I re-covered my roses, but the wind – the awful, soul-stealing wind – ripped one of the cones off and blew it all the way to the other end of the yard, where I found it on its side being eyeballed by a shivering rabbit.
I can take the cold, especially in January. But I cannot take it in April, especially when it roars in on its motorcycle and has The Wind sitting in the sidecar. The wind that sucks out your innards and sandblasts them onto the nearest building. The wind that whips your hair into your eyes, pushes your car all over the highway, and makes you curse using phrases involving our Savior and Ritz snack products.
Wow, you said it well! I was only using the word brutal. At least when you get to your job, you can stay there and avoid it for the rest of the day. Getting in and out of the car 8 times a day in this weather wasn’t in my job description! Hopefully the weather will go directly from this to “camping weather”!
Comment by Becky — April 6, 2007 @ 6:29 am