It will not officially be spring until Saturday, March 20, but we had our first spring storm this past Saturday night. The wind blew most of the day at fairly high levels. Then, as darkness descended, the clouds approached. Of course, we had watched the weather reports and knew it was coming. Flashes of lightning worked through the darkened clouds to our northwest. A warning on our smart phones indicated high winds and hail around the state park, just 2 miles or so to our north, but they were moving away from us. We received no hail.
About 8:00 or so, we did get some rain. Other than the high wind, though, it was not a violent storm for us. It was enough of a storm to remind us that spring is just around the corner.
Early this morning (Wednesday) -- just after midnight -- another storm rolled through. This one was a bit more violent. We did get some marble-sized hail for about 5 minutes as well as some high wind. So, spring is knocking on the door; I just hope it doesn't pound on it.
Donna and I were sitting on the patio Saturday afternoon discussing the wind. We first moved to West Texas in the late 1970s, to a small town northwest of Lubbock. We had not been in our new home a week when a massive storm moved through, dropping huge hail stones that destroyed all the crops. On that hot mid-August day, we watched as the temperature dropped about 30 degrees in about half an hour. We really didn't know what to expect; this was different weather than what we had experienced growing up in East Texas.
The area farmers watched their crops -- primarily corn, cotton, and soybeans -- beaten down in a matter of minutes. Everything they had worked for since early spring was destroyed. Welcome to West Texas!
We were not used to the strong wind in those days, but it seemed that it never really blew until later in the day. I would often wake in the morning to clear and calm skies and walk to work to my teaching job just 3 or 4 blocks away. By the time school let out, I sometimes would have to call Donna to pick me up because the wind was blowing so hard, making the air thick with dirt and sand. Have you ever seen it rain dirt? We hadn't until we moved up there.
These days, though, I am surprised at just how often the wind starts blowing hard early in the morning. Recently, for example, I began my walk about 6:30 one morning. The wind was blowing steady at 15 to 20 mph and gusting to about 40. Newspapers were scattered all over the place. I had 2 in my yard, and I don't even subscribe. And there are times when we hear the wind blow hard all night long. I think things have changed. In fact, as I write this at 8:53 on a Wednesday morning, the wind is already blowing hard.
Trees are starting to put out buds. I noticed one ornamental pear the other day full of white blossoms. The little oak in our back yard is also putting out buds. Yep, spring is just around the corner.
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| Buds on the oak tree in our backyard. |
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| I snapped this picture of ducks in flight as I was finishing my morning walk yesterday. |
































