The wind was racing through here not five minutes ago. Now, all is calm...dead calm. I mean, there isn't a hint of movement in the air which is heavy, humid and seventy degrees F. If you don't happen to live in the American Midwest, let me explain-that ain't normal. No sir, it sure ain't.
The swallow building a nest by my front door (just like every year) is freaking out because it has suddenly turned dark. Really dark. I'm going to open the door to the storm cellar anyway-just for an airing out (and to chase out any farm cats that might have been overwintering down there), and check the batteries in the flashlights and weather radio. I know it is nearly April, and officially spring, and all that but my brain just isn't ready for severe weather season. Obviously nature doesn't give a toss what I'm ready for, because it looks like we're going to get clobbered any minute.
I really hope we don't loose power tonight, what with a freezer full of dead deer and such.
I love spring when it is daffodils and pea shoots, but I could do without the tornadoes, hail and other joys. I know it has been three years since the tornado, and I wouldn't say I was traumatised by it, but I do keep an extra keen eye on the weather when it starts looking like this.