Today marks three weeks since we arrived in "the valley" (as we have recently found out our area is called). I am sitting on the couch watching the snow fall and chuckling inwardly as I watch my winter-loving husband getting geared up in his shorts, fleece jacket, warm hat, and cowboy boots to head outside to walk around. He is going to the dumpster to check to make sure the big rocks he put on the lid have stayed put, but I know he really just can't stand to have snow and not be out in it.
Today was a wacky weather day all around. The winds of the laundromat day returned last night with a vengeance after an unusually hot day. We were lying in bed listening as the winds howled up to 85 mph. When I say howled, I am not just using a usual desciptor for wind--- it literally HOWLED for hours. We thought the trees would have had to come down and that the big dirt pile left behind from the water pump man would surely be in Kansas. Amazingly, there was no damage, and only about half of our fill dirt for the hole was gone.
The wind had died down to a mere 40-ish mph when we woke up, but the mountains were gone. The winds had blown up so much dust in the air that the air was heavy with dark grays and browns. It was a little eerie.
The entire day was filled with wind and dirt and darkness with an occasional burst of mud-rain. There were literally raindrops of water and dirt which left their marks on every window of the house. Our beautiful views held sights of seemingly flat land with brown/gray dust clouds hanging over it as we looked through the now brown speckled glass.
Tonight, we have beautiful white snow falling as a cold front has blown in. The wind is still around, in a little calmer fashion, but the whirling snow looks peaceful and quiet. It is covering all of the dirt and the mess from last night and earlier today. What a difference 24 hours can make.
Isaiah 1:18a "Come now, let us reason together, says the Lord. Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be white as snow."
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