Well. I don’t know how ‘old’ exactly, but it’s commonly said around these parts.
“If you don’t like the weather in Oklahoma, wait five minutes.”
I’ve lived in Oklahoma since I was a year and a half old, when my parents dragged me with them from Idaho through a blizzard over the Rocky mountains to this special little state of existence. (Yes, this is a true story. At least according to my mother. But I don’t remember it. Because I was one.)
I know Oklahoma weather is finicky. I mean, we just built a chicken coop, and I spent more time outside this autumn than I had in a while. (Which is a bit sad, since I attempt to urban-farm.)
There was one day that started off with me wearing a tank top and shorts. By the time dusk fell, I had to go put on full-winter gear.
Yeah, Oklahoma weather is finicky.
The weather decided that even though most of Oklahoman’s KNOW this, we needed a reminder.
It started with some really, really dark clouds on the northern horizon.
They just kind of grew, and grew, and grew for a few hours in the afternoon.
Then, about 5:30 pm last night, I heard the typical slam against the side of the house that happens on a fairly normal basis.
This slam is not something hitting the side of the house.
Well, it is. Just, you know, not an OBJECT hitting the side of the house. It’s the wind.
It’d been fairly quiet all day. We’d had a snowfall Sunday night into Monday morning, but Tuesday the sun finally came out in full force most of the day and started melting a lot of it off.
And then the wind.
It was mild out, in the mid-40s, so well above freezing, and quiet.
And then very quickly NOT quiet.
I looked out the window..
The wind wasn’t just slamming into the side of the house as per usual.
The wind was whipping around the easily 30 feet tall juniper/cedar (not really sure which) and pecan trees in the neighbor’s yard. I watched the power lines strung between the poles and my house start to bounce, and I started praying that they would stay attached.
The wind was whipping around enough that Mr. Loper asked me “We’re not expecting tornado weather, are we?”
I said “No, but this is Oklahoma.”
Fortunately, there were no tornadoes.
Unfortunately, we lost part of the privacy fence in the front yard (the house next to us used to be a meth house, though it’s been vacant long since before we moved in).
Fortunately, we no longer need to hire a tree removal service for the dead tree in the front yard.
Fortunately, both my parent’s, and Mr. Loper’s dad have chain saws we can borrow.
Also, whenever I finally get my pizza oven and/or fire pit built-in the backyard… I won’t need to buy firewood at this rate.