There’s talk of rain, and lots of it. An air front is moving up from Spain loaded
with water which is going to get blocked by a northern air mass, thus stalling
right above us. Autumnal showers are
common, but this is expected to pass the norm.
It’s funny what the weather makes you do. We prepared by bringing in heating wood, tarping
the wood pile, putting some final garden items away, and taking down the
laundry from the line. There was a bit
of a charged energy in the village; other people were doing the same:
preparing. It reminds me a bit of
preparing for a Chicago blizzard; milk was bought, the pantry was stocked, and
the shovels were placed at the ready.
Then, we sat, looking out the window and watched in anticipation,
squealing with joy when the first snowflake appeared. Right now, we’re at the window, staring up at
the clouds to see what they will bring. So,
we wait. It’s supposed to arrive Friday,
but the weather has already been all over the map. This morning it was gray, overcast, and a bit
damp, but now it’s sunny, mild, and windy.
It’s as if nature isn’t sure itself what it will do. The weather has been finicky just about
everywhere this year, and this brewing storm is no exception. For now, I say bring it on; we need the rain,
and this childlike giddy of a meteorological wonder is exciting, but ask me
after a few days of being housebound, having burned through all our dry heating
wood, and being feed up of being wet, and I might change my mind. Reminds me of after the snowstorm…
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