Last Monday was a wild weather day here, with sustained West winds all day of up to 47 mph, and prolonged gusts of up to 67 mph. There were periods of whiteout from snow squalls intermingled with sunny periods and dust. There were some things we needed at the store, so I hazarded a trip to Walmart at about 5:00, just when the wind was at its peak. I saw traffic lights that had come loose from their supports, dangling over intersections. I waited at a red light on the interstate bridge and the van took the full broadside brunt of the wind. I felt the van rock, and I was worried I might get tipped over.
The wind was cold and horrible, full of dust as I ran into the store. Of course, I left the grocery list in the van. I wasn’t about to run back out to the van to get it, so I tried as best I could to remember what Husband had written . I forgot only one thing, a jar of olives seasoned with smoked paprika. I had to stop at another grocery store anyway, so I thought I could probably get the olives there. Well, there were no such olives there, so I journeyed back to Walmart and struggled yet again in the wind, and I found the olives. Husband was really hoping I could get these olives (more on the olives in another post). He was grateful, and I was really glad to be home.
There is dirt from our front yard vegetable garden blown all over our front stoep and front door. I have lived on the Great Plains most of my life and I don’t think I have been in wind like we had on Monday. There is a lovely children’s book If You’re Not From the Prairie, written by a Saskatchewan author, David Bouchard. (What we call the Plains Canadians call the Prairie.) Here he is reading it. It really captures life out here.
What are your memories of wild weather? Know any good poems, songs, or stories about the wind or weather?