I'm a
little worried. I know, I shouldn't be--but minus 14 on Monday with 25
mile-an-hour winds. And a high on Tuesday of minus 1 with the same
winds. What's that? A wind chill of minus a million? Cold. Worry.
I
worry about God's creatures. I know He has them well-equipped, and
they've been doing fine for centuries--but still I worry some. I find
it difficult to believe that feathers can be that
warm. How do the chickadees, sparrows, finches, and Cardinals stay
warm? My sheds are all open, but I doubt if they use them--or would all
fit. We do have tons of those little things out here. And I worry
about Gus and Bonnie. Gus more than Bonnie because Bonnie has a lovely
little warm place prepared for her by Dennis. And she has a coat a
polar bear would be jealous of--thick and luscious. And she has brains.
Knows enough to get out of the cold. I'm not sure Gus has those brain
things. I'm sure he has a shed to go in to as well. I just don't know
if he has the sense to do it. Many a night I've heard him out there
barking at everything that moves. "Gus! Go inside dummy!" Hey, I even
worry--a little--about the venison, I mean deer. I'm sure they spend all
winter fantasizing over eating my flowers next spring, but, who can
blame them? (Other than me, of course.) I'm sure they'll hunker down
in Aaron's pines and be fine. The squirrels? Freeze to death you tree
rats! And take the chipmunks with you!.
I, also, worry about my
flowers and shrubs. Especially the Yankee versions of those Southern
beauties--azaleas, hibiscus, rhododendron, hydrangea. Have they really
been so toughened up--winterized--that they can take minus 14 and a wind
chill of a zillion? (I know, worry always makes things worse.) We had
a minus 24 the first winter I was taking care of Mom. Some things
didn't come back. Dennis' hollies took a hit--but I think they may have
recovered at least somewhat. Anyway spring with out the beauty of
azaleas and rhododendron; summer without the beauty of hydrangeas and
hibiscus. Don't want to think about it. Those tears in my eyes are not
because of the wind.
Finally, I'm worried about my seniors. If
it's that cold (a gazillion degrees of windchill), will they cancel
school? I mean, they've already gone two whole weeks without my
presence. Can they take a day or two more without me to ridicule them,
pile on the schoolwork, give them more tests and quizzes? I seriously
doubt it. (Even the not quite human freshmen, sophomores, and juniors in
my speech class are probably worried about not being able to do their
speeches for me on Monday--possibly.) Even now, just thinking about the
possibility, I'll bet the seniors are on the verge of tears. Two more
days without Mr. Iten--even worse, without English. Sigh. Maybe they
can do one of those group text or group skypes or group twits or
whatever it is they all do and have a group hug and a group cry over
missing more English? Poor things. Don't worry gang. I'll just give
you more work when we get back to make up for it!
Oh well, all I can
do is worry. You know what they say: "You can't fight mother nature."
Hang in there creatures. (Gus use your brain no matter how small it
is.) Plants--be tough. Please! Seniors (and other sub-species) be
brave. We'll be back together soon.
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