….awhipping up the water in the bay.
\nThen April sighed, and said good-bye,
\nAnd along came pretty little May.
\nI know it dates me, but that music was popular when I was a kid. I can envision the classroom and the teacher.
\nThe weather in Northern Illinois brought that music to mind. I’m sure you’ve heard about the tornadoes that struck the Midwest, through Kansas, Missouri, and Illinois. I’m sure there were other states involved. Most of the damage in Illinois was in the central area around Springfield, but we have our share of downed trees and branches.
\nWe still have high winds two days later. I have chosen not to sit at our personal computer for a few days because the table it sits on is next to a wall of glass. On the other side of that glass is a very old grove of trees that are being whipped around by incredible gusts of wind. The noise of the wind is not the “freight train” sound of a tornado, but close.
\nAnd it’s cold….colder than it was in parts of January. Maybe it’s just the wind-chill factor. The sun is brilliant, but the winds blow away any warmth that develops.
\nI’m ready to hear April’s sigh.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
….awhipping up the water in the bay. Then April sighed, and said good-bye, And along came pretty little May. I know it dates me, but that music was popular when I was a kid. I can envision the classroom and … Continue reading