|Our round grain bin house in the near middle, old 1856 house to right|
So I complained about the cold. My punishment? A bizarre heat wave followed by more bitter cold. You would think at age 58 I'd shut my gob.
Thursday evening it was 60 degrees F when I went outside to do evening chores. But we'd read the reports and we knew evil was lurking behind those grey clouds on the horizon. Still I threw caution to the wind an on a January day I went out in just a t-shirt. Ten minutes later the temp starting dropping. I went back to the house for a light jacket.
Ten minutes after that, the wind picked up and the temp dropped even more. I went back again and put a rain coat on over my jacket as dark clouds were creeping up quickly.
Ten minutes after the raincoat, it got so cold I needed a hat and gloves to finish watering the livestock.
|Looking down our drive towards the north|
|Across our pastures and looking to the East.|
Even the dogs, well especially the dogs, knew something was up and kept watching the sky.
In a matter of just 30 minutes the temperature dropped nearly 30 degrees and the wind went from 5 mph to gusts of 25 mph. By late that evening we were back in the low teens. The high that day (60 F) was eighty degrees higher than the lowest temp we had the week before which was -20F.
Mother Nature you are indeed a schizophrenic wench.