Florida Mistral
We've had hot, dry and windy weather. Perfect for brushfires, which have dotted the landscape.
It's been a dry spring, and the wind came last Sunday. I call the wind the Florida Mistral. Our Mistral is a fierce, hot and arid wind, blowing out of the west-southwest.
Last Sunday, the gusts were scary at times. They rattled the front door and windows unnerving Betsy, who moved from her usual nap spot by the front door to a more protected spot between the coffee table and sofa. The winds brought dry underbrush to tinderbox conditions.
We've been lucky in the saintly household -- so far, no fires very close to us, but the wind is still blowing, with no precipitation expected. Fires numbered around 103 around the state the last count I saw. Some were set deliberately.
The grass is yellow-brown and dry. It crunches beneath your feet.
Ah, Florida. Land of extremes.
Pray for rain.
4 comments:
Hi. I just clicked here at random. I like your reference to being a branch in the vine and your explanation of being a saint. I'm sorry to hear Florida is still having a drought.
I guess you sent your rain to Wyoming - we had a record month.
wondering how you are --
Ann and Ruth, thanks! I (once again) promise to post more faithfully.
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