I doubt any section of the United States is more concerned about weather than the Midwest.
Perhaps it’s because we’re so heavily agriculture-based. Perhaps it’s because for so much of the year, our weather is lousy.
We talk about the weather. We pray for good weather. Our radio stations and newspapers carry extensive weather reports. We have weather apps on our phones, and our computers bring up The Weather Channel as a home page. Weather radios are a big seller for stores; so are snow blowers and houses with basements.
Normally, mid-March brings awful weather. Cold, winds, grey skies. A sudden snowfall. An unexpected ice event. More shoveling, more concern over when the farmers can get into the fields and plant, more despair over Spring’s tardiness.
Not this year.
This year, our weather (as my friend Monica so aptly pointed out) has been gorgeous.
Sunny. Warm, to the point of almost-hot. Gentle breezes. Downright Spring-like.
College kids home on Break didn’t need to plan a trip to Florida this year. They could golf, catch some sun, run, and play tennis, right here at home!
Indeed, who wants to stay inside watching March Madness on TV when you can be outside?
Within just a few days, our weather went from this:
Usually, we’re bundled to our chins in coats, hats, mittens. Boots and jeans are the uniform of the day.
Now we’re shedding clothes like my Sheltie sheds his coat. We’re busting out shorts and flip-flops, T-shirts and tanning oil.
Some love it; some hate it. But in the Midwest we have a saying, ‘If you don’t like the weather, just stick around a few days because it will certainly change.’
How true that is!
I don’t expect this balmy spell to last. It probably won’t, if truth be told and history any indication. As the experts note, March came ‘in like a lamb,’ so it’s bound to go out roaring ‘like a lion.’
But, oh, while it’s here, we’re enjoying every minute of it!