“when the wind comes sweepin’ down the plains” . . .
i don’t know about the ‘wavin’ wheat’
but the wind here has blown 30 miles per hour all last night and
all day long . . . that is . . .
when it wasn’t gusting 40 and 45 miles per hour constantly.
i have had the little library window partly open.
the freshness of the air is addictive.
but the constant roar was something i needed to think about.
at first it got on my nerves.
then i pretended it was the sound of ocean waves.
which i love.
then i pretended it was the wind in the tops of very tall pine trees.
which i love.
then i pretended
i am simply in the state of oklahoma.
where we have 360 days out of 365 that are windy.
it sometimes blows the food right off your plate if you try to eat outside!
you might as well laugh.
i don’t have to pretend.
because i live here!
it does have its own beauty.
it really does.
the beauty i think is in its people.
we are a friendly sort.
we have pioneer blood running in our veins.
we are not easily challenged by the weather.
our weather has too many extremes for that.
the summers have gotten as bad as death valley.
our springs last about two weeks.
our autumns have gone from green to brown. because of no rain.
our winters always include at least two severe ice storms with
power outages and trees down. it’s the trees that always suffer most.
and for the chocolate sauce and cherry on this dessert . . .
throw in a few tornadoes and micro bursts . . . and well . . .
you get the picture.
the harsh weather makes for a hardy people.
and even hardier plants.
our gardens are not the lush flowered and green beauties you see
in more temperate normal environments.
but we have ornamental grasses that sway in the wind . . .
people keep trying. every year they plant.
there’s a kind of beauty in that kind of faith right there.
the kind of beauty that is almost as beautiful as the flower that blooms
there was a red sky this morning.
you know the old saying . . .
“red sky in morning. sailor take warning.”
that might mean rain tomorrow.
sometimes with the oklahoma wind . . . it rains horizontally!!!
it seldom rains straight down. how boring is that?
horizontal rain. now that’s a funny sight.
but we will take the water no matter how it comes down.
til then . . .
the wind is still sweepin’ down the plains.