Spring in the Midwest

I think Spring had every intention of coming to the Midwest, but I think it got waylaid somewhere.  We’ve seem to have had a mess of disastrous, torrential fits of climate.  I don’t know that I’ve ever seen rain come down so hard or so fast.  I sometimes chalk it up to the fact that all you have out here is sky.  There are no mountains to break up the weather; just sky.  Mostly cloudy sky.

There is one overarching theme that comes out of people’s mouths when you talk to them about the weather: this is not normal.  We’ve heard that since we’ve moved out here.  From the heavy snowfalls, to the lack of Spring, to the weird smell of wet milled corn that lingers in the air… this is all not normal.  Or at least, like the smell, they may just be so used to it that they don’t notice it as abnormal until someone brings it to their attention.  They, in a sense, “wake up” to it.

I wonder what the weather “really” is like here in Indiana.

Hoth, Pennsylvania

Luckily, we live at the bottom of the cul-du-sac.  This means that a majority of the snow landed on our yard as our house.  I went out yesterday to shovel and to move the silver car into the driveway.  This was snow.  It was so high that the girls had no desire to go out.  When I looked to the right I could see our neighbor snowblowing out.  When I looked to the right, I saw grass popping out as through sand.

Awesome, at least I knew where all my snow came from.

This is the sovereignty of God.  He not only brings the snow, he has determined where it will go.  He knew we could handle all of these billions of snowflakes that were tossed around.  He knew something we couldn’t understand at this point. It looked like a desert out there.

Which today will mean we’ll be going “dune” sledding.  It will also mean having to take the tauntaun out until they actually plow our court.