The wind is blowing this morning, setting the grape vine on the porch swinging. Maybe it’s blowing in the change of weather for this weekend. Saturday and Sunday are forecast to be stormy.
Weather fascinates me, whether it is rainy and stormy or cold and snowy. In each of my books, weather plays an important part, from the violent storm that threatens Darcy and Flora in The Cemetery Club to the blizzard conditions which hold Ednalee, Oklahoma in its grip in Moonlight Can Be Murder. This fourth book opens with Nettie battling through a blizzard to reach her uncle’s home.
“My car’s headlights cut a yellow swath through the swirling snow. Heavy, gray clouds, trees crowding either side of the driveway, and the lateness of the December day made it impossible to see more than a few yards ahead, but at last I glimpsed the dark shape of Javin Granger’s Victorian house through the winter twilight.””
I wonder if oppressive summer heat could have something to do with violent human actions? Just a thought, with no scientific research to back up my idea. Whatever the weather, life goes on and we go about our daily activities, grateful for the season, the rain or sunshine, and that God is still Lord of all.
I wonder how folks understood weather hundreds of years ago and more, when the only forecasting was from older people who had been through many seasons. I love to see what’s coming, but always go to a screen of some sort to find out. (Except that I can smell rain coming a half hour ahead or so.)
Blanche, were you ever in a terrifying weather event?
I’ve been in some doozies of thunderstorms, but no tornadoes, thank the Lord.