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Weather Rules
 In the United States, weather starts the day, like it or not. Weather is the King and Queen of our lives. More and more it dominates not only our worries, but the extreme damage and attacks weather seems to creep, crawl, and dominate our daily dos and don’ts just in case a storm doesn’t pop up that can destroy a whole bunch of our activities and even our life. Now TV stars create miracles in their weather casts day in and day out. We all must bow down to weather’s activities which can destroy or make happy anyone close to its base or blow.
In fact, I wonder if God uses weather to wake people up and to stop trying to control the lands and seas and floods and snows of ice and rivers where fishermen hang out and even consider swimming pools and dying lakes, or dancing in the showers of a rainstorm, hopefully dabbed with something to make it safe for the masses. But too many of us don’t pay attention, and when drama arrives in the wind or the rain or the ice and snow, often with mosquitos and gnats, folks act like they don’t know how to behave nor protect themself from the moment. They then begin to knock on God’s door, shouting out “Help me, Lord.” When all the time there was time to prepare for the drama about to embrace you or your family.
Like Santa Barbara - My gosh. I lived in Montecito halfway up a hill for three years when I cut away from Memphis and the farm, and started a new life, a real life, with probably the most fun husband I ever had, now deceased. Even a soccer player from Chile, and Sergio’s friends from Uruguay (which I didn’t know much about) engaged on our patio around the pool. No weather ever stopped us from doing what we loved to do, be it competing for my magnificent garden of roses and seductive flowers, to racing horses, cheering for team Basanez - a poor soccer team but the owner much loved because it gave the poor youth chances to be super soccer players. Sergio’s friends loaded up an old Mercedes and drove him around town, like a king. And some of Sergio’s family had never seen an “American” so we invited them to dinner in the beginning. They saw “me” representing an American.
However, as we landed in Miami’s monster but cool and classy airport, one can take a deep breath, having just passed over a certain flat where something is growing without dirt, before we pass over the pattern and the sun shines. It’s not all just monster skyscrapers like we see all the time in big cities. Miami is about low key, relax, sunbathing, running along beaches, diving into waves that may or may not spit back at us with blue stingers that really burn us if we aren’t looking beyond the shores. What about all the turtles, the baby ones, that migrate each year from their nests in the sand along the friendly and not packed shores of Highway One.
There is always the enticement to look passed the high-grade shops - one could shop in the top stores and destroy your budget in a few hours. I guess you would not depend on a budget if you walked into Lily Pulitzer - unique among Florida comfort - or the big time like Fendi, Armani, Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Prada (my favorite), Ralph Lauren or sad Versace, and so forth. if you are looking for a gown 11,000 dollars plus. But one warning, never get caught on the Florida freeway whether six or ten lanes wide. That goes high up and down under and passes through this column or that curve which often takes your breath away. A small wreck would destroy anyone’s anxiousness to step into his trip to get to the airport on time, or with a chauffeur, please, who can weave in and out in that limo to give some sort of calm to those in the car that they would not miss their flights wherever they were going and for only four hours flying in the air.
And then there was walking in the rain - sheltered by raincoat - if one doesn’t leave it at home in closet. It can be a fascinating adventure. Smell the rains. From where does such wetness fall? Under clouds, we think, but it can be tough, like grabbing one’s hand and twisting with a shout as one tries to escape from or enjoy the splatters, the drops, the downpour. At this moment, here on the Rio de La Plata of Argentina and Uruguay we are embracing a good haul of wet rain much needed. Will it knock out the irritating mosquitos? But when the waters rapidly overtake one’s life, creeping into the house or overflow in the pool, the storms began to dominate and they are much bigger than we are, so there is power or God or a bevy of angels dominating and disordering or trying to flood even a street corner or an airplane landing in the puddles, just for curiosity’s sake. Of course, I usually miss that kind of fun.
So, good hefty rain can cool things off. We know that, and it helps to feed the things that grow particularly in the spring - those daffodils, early out of their soil, tulips with their petals that begin to wilt after too much standing straight, crocus which one misses if not watching early on, azaleas which are extremely strong in the deep south, billing up into giant shrubs in bright colors that makes one’s head turn as one oohs and aahs; and then pansies that never seem to tire out. Well one can go on forever until suddenly the superstar flowers - roses - those that take over small or giant gardens, pricking things that get too close, but they are the queen and king of flower growth and there are so many brands of it. I researched and found that about 150 wild species of roses and probably more than 30,000 cultivated types - we miss a lot of them because the creator keeps them or hoards them in His own garden. Did you know that when you want to get the eye of someone’s heart, send 34 roses (any color or size is ok) or 35 to apologize and 36 means, I looked this up, I’m madly in love. Well, there is a lot of creativity in reasons of roses, if you want to look those things up and laugh a bit.
But when tall Eucalyptus trees and even taller maybe 4 story high pine trees whipping each one up in a forest until something crashes, one having whopped too hard of another pine tree whipping back and forth, not finding peace. It happens in our “banario”, where the trees are spectacular, but one violent storm with branches popping and cracking off the tall trees can destroy not only homes and small garages and vehicles, but also those who resign in those summer homes, or trying to pull their dogs into a shelter place so they don’t lose them. Our storms seem to come in the night and when the rocks and stones hit the metal roof of our small house, it’s like a mean orchestra. And the beats go on with horrible storms that seem to have settled into our Rio de La Plata, which was so peaceful for so long.
~ Rev
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