Saturday April 9th 2016Tim
it's the memory, not long enough rather than missing,
but yesterday's feel-like conditions contained four
season. There was thunder, a brief outbreak of warm sun,
rain, hail, snow showers followed by rain with sleet and
all of it accompanied by outbreaks of gusty winds that
contained that quality of howling which traditionally
discourages the soul of a rugged outdoors person, he
becomes sloth-like and creeping. Then around five
o'clock this morning it froze.
prepared had a theory in place for the possibility of this
predicted Freeze. A general rule with wind is that just
after sun set, there's a lull to its passions, it becomes
wise, it calms, says its prayers perhaps, and that's the
time to take full advantage, rush into the outdoors, play
merrily in the failing light with things like tarpaulins,
old pillow cases, row cloth, novel curse words and weights.
It's an excellent theory, subject occasionally to dramatic
and extraordinary exceptions. Either way pretty sure the
Hosta survived the night.