As humans we are so fickle!
After some pretty cold days lately, there has been much grumbling about the temps and the wish to stay warm. Early yet, we haven’t had prolonged periods of severe cold or bitter conditions for anyone to be whining about, yet we’re never satisfied.
In thinking back over hot summers and cold winters, the most extremes I have ever experienced were living near Wichita Falls through the summer of 1980 when the temps hovered at 115 for days.
(That prolonged heat wave likely spawned Wichita Falls’ Hotter’N Hell bike event that is now 32 years old!)
The following winter we dropped to a low of 5 degrees. This locale is such a spot of extremes.
Thank goodness my husband and I were newlyweds during that time; upon pondering my many and varied weather experiences in that garden spot of Texas since I have questioned my sanity in marrying him and moving there.
Hot and cold wasn’t the only issue—spring’s tornado season was the really exciting time of year, but I stray from the subject.
Having already shared that Robert Frost (1874-1963) is my favorite poet, a very compact lyric written in 1920 isn’t about weather at all, but I did think of it often during that summer of 1980 which will forever be my personal benchmark for hot!
So when Texas weather hands us the intense highs and lows. I think of this poem and chuckle about how we always wish for what we don’t have!
Fire and Ice
by Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.