I live near a small town. I am two and a half miles out of town into farm country. The town was built on a lower section of land and its only 5 sq. miles. So when the winds are blasting my home, the town has a nice breeze.
Only once, that I can recall, in the past fourteen years did the town get hit ‘hard’ with heavy winds.
It was a couple of years ago; I was heading into the small grocery store. As I walked into the store, I could hear the townspeople talking about the winds.
(Townspeople that word sounds like they have torches and pitchforks and are shooing out the monsters)
“How horrible!” I heard, as I moved up and down the aisles.
“Have you ever seen anything like this? “ Someone else asked me, as I stood paying for my groceries.
Now, I didn’t want to start a conversation that sounded like I was in kindergarten. My winds are stronger than your winds, type of argument. Instead I held up my hand, palm towards her, in a signal for her to wait a minute. I walked outside the store, a few seconds later I came back in and answered. I said, “Seen worse.”
A farmer was in the line behind her, he just nodded in agreement.
She looked confused. I got a good look at myself in the front window. My hair was standing on end. Smiling to myself I collected my groceries and walked out the door.
I check online for the daily temperatures. Then, I step outside to see if the winds are blowing.
Or if it is summer… or is the sun shining? Or not!
In town they also have more tree coverage. All this gives them a slightly warmer winter temperatures than where I am at, just mere two and half miles ‘down the road.’
What does all that mean? Well, when the temperature online is 11 degrees above zero. Like it is right now! Where I’m at it’s … 5 degrees. Heat wave!
It will get colder….
Years ago, I made a bright yellow garden sign with this poem;