A Doctor Seuss tree. How clever. It lives in a Eugene, Oregon neighborhood where all the houses decorate big time for Christmas.
A Revolving Door Weather Trip.
Friday brought with it weather like an entertainment show where you don’t know what’s behind each of the doors presented to you.
Rain at 11 o’clock that morning, with me driving through it to an appointment.
At 12, I had a tailwind so strong my raincoat beat like a pup tent the climbers of Mt Everest were fighting to assemble.
By 1 o’clock, sunshine as I drove to Michael’s—and I ran, comfortable as a ferret in a hammock, into the craft store in a T-shirt. (I’d say I was wearing only a T-shirt, but I was also wearing pants, shoes, and socks.)
It sprinkled outside Hobby Lobby, but leaving the shopping area, driving down Gateway Blvd. squeezed amongst droves of vehicles, B-Bs of miniature ice balls bounced off the hood of my pickup like welders sparks pinging and rolling. It was hailing!
The hail lasted about five and ¾ minutes. And driving to World Market the sun came out. Leaving that store brought with it a vision of perfection, a complete arc of a rainbow. I think the weather was breathing a sigh of relief.
As I was creeping out of the parking lot, my head was spinning as I tried to take in all of that monstrous, the highest I had ever seen, complete arc of neon orange, yellow, red, green, blue, and purple. I would have applauded the rainbow God, but I had both hands on the steering wheel. Within a couple of minutes, the southern end faded, and it was only half an arc, but I had seen it. (You know a rainbow would be a complete circle, but the earth obscures half of it.) But I had seen the top half. And it was positively magnificent.
How does science do that?
Rain, shine, sprinkle, hail, wind, and a rainbow, Oregon's weather was so tired after Friday that it turned cold on Saturday, leaving us shivering under a quilt as we watched TV. And my chickens, after a summer of roosting on the roof of their house, haven’t got it that they can go inside; they used to, but now they look like drowned rats.
I guess I will have to put them to bed tonight. I don’t want them to freeze their tail feathers off.
I am writing this on December 21, the winter solstice, the shortest day of the year. From now on, the days will be getting longer. Yea!
Happy Solstice, and that means Christmas is coming up in a few days. I am wishing you a good one, a Merry one, and a Blessed one. And remember, the world is brighter because you are in it.💗💗💗💗💗💗
