Well, one thing about the weather in northeastern Kansas: it’s hardly ever boring. We’ve gone from minus twenty wind chills to sixty degrees in less than a week. Exactly a week ago today, we finished up getting about ten inches of snow. I say “about” because with the way the wind was blowing during and after, it’s hard to say. Some spots were blown clear and others had drifts a few feet deep. Tonight, our forecast lays out a ninety percent chance of rain and thunderstorms. For tomorrow, a ninety percent chance of snow with one-to-two inches of accumulation. By weekend, we’ll either have a small hurricane or it’ll be clear and cold or something other than what we have right now.
I love the change; gives us all something new to complain about it. Looking toward the night, I’m concerned about the effect hard rain will have on this one-inch layer of mush lying on top of ground that’s still frozen underneath. I don’t think it’s going to be pretty. But for all my worrying and fussing and fretting, about all I could do about it is throw down a tarp over my favorite hundred square feet of bare ground. I guess I could pray for soft, slow rain.
I guess I could as sort of a last resort just believe that no matter what happens, by God’s good grace we’ll get through it and it’ll all work out okay in the end. And in the meanwhile, just be thankful that it’s going to be fifty degrees above zero instead of it going the other way.
I’m not the most optimistic person that I know but I still have to say that I’ve never seen a day so bad that I couldn’t find some good in it. Helps when I look for it…