Wednesday, April 11, 2012


It's that time of year again. The mornings are filled with chirping birds, and the days are warm...unusually warm this year so far. The afternoons consist of the clouds lining up, sucking in air and billowing out the top, preparing to unleash their energy in a variety of ways - rain, wind, lightening, thunder, hail, and tornadoes. Knowledgeable storm chasers prepare their equipment for their week long journeys on rough roads and in dinky hotel rooms across Oklahoma, Kansas, Texas, and Nebraska. Amateur storm geeks and spotters (like me) prepare by getting their apps and links on the computer, ready to follow the radars and watch what happens from afar...unless the storms are in our backyards.

I love watching the clouds. Seeing them change color from the big white fluffy marshmallows, to the deep gray that contrasts with the wheat fields in just the perfect way. Seeing the calm breeze change to a mighty fury. Knowing that in all that beauty there is also terror. A town not far from us was wiped nearly off the map a few years back. We drive through it every time we head to the big city. They are still rebuilding. So that keeps my excitement for these storms in check, knowing that they don't occur in a vacuum, with no consequences. That people's homes and communities and lives are sometimes destroyed by these sporadic moments each spring.
Easter weekend went well. We were sick with a cold, but traveled anyway to see family down south. Simon had his first interactive Easter, and hunted eggs. Thoughts of little Easter dresses were in the background of my thoughts, but never quite the forefront as they had been in past Easters. Simon is getting old enough that he doesn't yank on my jewelry quite as much, so I have started wearing my necklaces again. I wore the one with all our names on it this weekend.

L and I got a new car. It's our first as a married couple. Or ever. Exciting, yet nerve-wracking all at once. Especially with the thought of hail in the foreseeable future. We are fortunate to have a garage for when we are home and the storms come.
We are fortunate in more ways than just having a garage, by the way. I do know that. It doesn't always feel like it, but we are very fortunate.


  1. Little easter dresses have been on the quiet edges of my mind too. x

  2. So relatable...fortunate in so, so many ways, even though it sometimes just doesn't seem so. Grateful that we are able to see the fortune in spite of the grief of our hearts. These little ones of ours go a long way for that, don't they?

  3. Gosh, those dresses. I know. Glad your Easter was fun despite the colds. Good luck with the car and the hail--stay safe, friend.