Stormy Skies

I love spring. It is the newness of everything, I think. The flowers are blooming, the grass looks greener than it ever has, butterflies, dragonflies; everything is coming to life again after the cold winter. The trees are leafing. It is magnificent beauty  and terrible rage all at the same time.

Sitting in the pasture while the horses eat is one of my favorite things to do in the afternoon. The air is slightly breezy, slightly warm, but not hot. The farm is quiet with everyone eating and minding their own business for once. It could be a masterpiece painting should someone decide to paint it.

But, spring is the stormy season when you live in Tornado Alley. I dare not bemoan the rain after being in a long, long drought. But, this year, the storms have been dreadful. Homes in Wylie , Whitesboro, Howe ,  and other locales have been ripped apart by tornadoes on the ground for mere moments. There have been flash floods. Houston was hit with a huge flood just last week. Now, I have to say  I love a good storm, but not when it takes  lives, homes, cars and other things. A good thunderstorm makes sleeping easy for me and leaves me a  bit lazy when I awake.

This is one of  the stormiest  springs  I can remember in a long while. I pray if you happen to be in the storm’s path, you are able to stay safe.

Spring reminds me of a bipolar cycle. It can be nice and calm one minute and the next, it’s dark, cloudy and raging against all . Still, I love it.

 

Spring

I can’t get enough of this spring weather. I live in Texas and generally, spring means tornadoes and storms. I care not a whit. I love springtime and the feeling of newness in everything I see. I even feel new. It’s like hibernation time is over and now playtime can begin.

I love the way the grass is the greenest it will be just right now, the way the flowers are starting to peep out and bloom into the miracles they are, and I love the smell of spring. Brilliant. Fragrant. Beautiful.

Don’t take my word for it, though. Go outside, let the sun bathe your body, take a few whiffs of the air- not just short whiffs- I’m talking about deep whiffs of fresh, fragrant air. We don’t have a very long springtime, but man, is it a good one!

Spring

The Rain in Spain Stays Mainly in the…. Oh Well

I’m not in Spain, but in Texas and the weather has been -well, completely un-Texan! With a low in the 20’s last week and a high today almost 70, it’s been like a teeter totter. Up and down, down and up. We even had a light dusting of snow , for heaven’s sake- in November! Almost unheard of. You know what they say, “If you don’t like the weather, just wait a minute.” And it is more true of Texas than anywhere I’ve ever been.

Today was a beautiful springlike day and tomorrow? Well, it’s going to be raining and then Saturday, we are scheduled to have severe thunderstorms with high winds and, of course, a tornado or two cannot be ruled out.

Never a dull moment here, that’s for sure. With the amount of animals we have, storms are often something that has to be prepared for. For example, I have to sort out the horses, put them in the barn before the storms really start – or not. I have to be able to determine if time in the barn would be beneficial. My Tennessee Walking Horse, Licorice, doesn’t care to be cooped up in the barn with miniature horse Houdini. Houdini makes Licorice nervous. It is not unheard of for her to begin to gallop around the stall area (it’s a big rectangular area).

me and my Licorice
me and my Licorice
Mr. Houdini if you please
Mr. Houdini if you please

I may have to put a wall up so they will each have their own stall. I’ve only  just finished this design. Rethinking it is not really a problem- just a lot of work.

I was to go out of town this weekend- a retreat for church. But, with the impending storm, I feel like I need to be home for the animals and make sure they are all okay. For some, that may sound stupid, but I really feel that God put these animals in my care and it’s my job to make sure they are well taken care of. Sadly, the retreat will have to wait til next time we go out there.

I guess we shall see what we shall see, but in the meantime, the rain in Texas stays mainly whereever it wants to.