I like to know what is coming. Like all farmers I study the weather sites and stare up at the sky looking for action. I don’t like surprises. I need to be prepared. I am like TonTon who barked at the basement door yesterday because he could hear the water overflowing in the laundry. And there is a kind of companionship pattern forming in our weather – have you noticed that? It has become apparent to me lately that I can almost predict my weather from your comments on my blog. Here is how I have worked it out so far.
Linda in Colorado gets the cold and beats it up a bit. Then Audrey says watch out it is coming your way.
Then after us Marie in Rhode Island gets wacked. Maybe Jess? Where are you in my weather map? My geography is terrible. Ksenia, are you after us. Jaz, you are before us?
Then does the weather fly across to Kate and Mad in England or Viv and Roger. Or is that pushing it just a wee bit too far. I need to put pins in a map. Because the parallels are fascinating. The weather is our constant. Isn’t that interesting! Women and men have been discussing the weather for thousands of years, since language even began.
And here we are using the latest technology known to man and still discussing the weather with horror or glee. And next summer will we inherit the heat that Eha is experiencing, or the long hot summer from NZ?. A fascinating and rather terrifying thought.
It is ZERO degrees outside this morning. (That is -18C). When dawn appears it will drop even further. So far the milking pump has kept up, we will see what happens this morning.
Good morning. There are a few of us readers and writers in and around Chicago who are thinking of meeting next month in the windy city for a ‘Chilly Cheer Up’ cup of tea. ChgJohn has kindly accepted the role of Local Knowledge and Guide though we are not terribly sure where yet or exactly when. It rather depends on how big our little group gets. We are still in the planning stages.
So The Matriarch and I will come up to the big city about the middle of next month and do a bit of drift netting. Right about the time we cannot bear the winter one moment more. Nothing fancy or clever. I cannot bring Daisy on the train or pack Kupa into my handbag but if you are interested do let me know. Just a cup of tea or maybe a cocktail somewhere nice. It could be fun. No prizes or silly games, just a wee gathering of like minds. There will probably be talk about the weather!! (laughter!)
OK I have put it off long enough. Off outside I go.