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Ah The Adventure of Weather

A couple of days ago I stepped out to greet a new day and watched as a few snowflakes did a wild dance above my head.  I am pretty sure I heard them calling out, “We want to dance to the ground and make a winter wonderland.”  But mighty winds roared forcing the small flakes higher into the sky and growled, “This is our day to play, so leave us!  The snowflakes left, forced away, and the winds played.  They played mightily for a long time and like naughty, screaming, out of control children, left a swath of destruction in many places.  Not even close enough to the upheaval their American cousins, the tornados left in many states that week, just enough to remind us that mother nature Rules the fate of many a poor creature on this little blue marble.

Yesterday I woke to snow.  Lots of it, falling in such  a thick blanket I could barely see across the street.  It lasted one hour and departed leaving an invitation to come play.  In the next hour while G2 and I got ready to accept the invitation that not so lazy old sun came out and took it all away and in fact brought the temperature all the way to a lovely spring day of 15 (C) or 59 (F).  Okay, thought I, spring play it is!

Well an hour later old man winter gathered enough strength to battle the spring prone sun to lay another blanket of the fluffly white stuff.  “Snow angels,” yelled G2, “Lets make snow angels!”

Ah but this time of year the forces of nature support a more springly appearance and once again the sun bore down with warmth and summoned the winds to carry away the old man and his mantle of winter.

It was quite a display of changing seasons again and again all within a few hours between breakfast and lunch.

This morning I went out to greet the day and its sun.  It is minus 7 (C) or 19 (F) and all seems calm but since tomorrow is supposed to be 13 (C) or 55 (F)  I expect there will be another battle and this time I think Spring will hold the line.  In fact this very morning I am pretty sure I saw the first robin.  Her orange breast looked pretty puffed up so I quickly did the traditional lick of my right folded underfist and slammed it into my left palm while making a wish.  I kept wondering after if it really was to soon for the harbinger of spring and hope I have not wasted a perfectly good spit and wish on a masquerading dove!