“From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls;
And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.
'What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today?
What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away."
Growing up as a desert rat, I remember hearing people groaning about the high temperatures in Tucson, and then inevitably someone would always say, "Well, at least it's a dry heat." I always wondered why on earth that made a difference. Then the DC Fiddler moved us to the South and, honey, I learned why that makes a difference. Poor Arkansas gets most of its weather from the gulf, I think. And that means wet heat.
This past Friday brought the north wind, and with it a blessed aridity that helps this Arizona girl feel like life in Arkansas is again well worth living. Rosebud and I headed out to meet the boys walking home from school. Doesn't she look quite the intrepid stroller adventurer in this shot? :)
Nothing like a blue sky and streaky clouds and a drop in temperature and humidity to make me very, very happy. Something about the fresh clarity of the air makes me feel like exercising and cleaning (gasp!) and doing all sorts of healthy, productive things that make me whiny when it's humid. It's like spring fever, except it hits me in the fall here.
. . . . .now it's five days later, and back to the soggy warmth from the gulf. It's okay, though. That delicious foretaste of autumn lingers with me and I know it will be here to stay before too much longer.
Isn't it amazing, this dynamic, beautiful world Heavenly Father created for us? I hope there are still seasons in heaven. As long as I live in the South, though, the north wind will still be my favorite.