Everyone from West Texas always talks about the legendary Dust Storms. All my life I've heard those stories. I couldn't relate. At least not until this week. We've had two this week in Mexico. Of epic proportions.
The wind storm last night was so strong that I was afraid the oyamel (fir) tree was going to break. Even the cat had her ears up, watching.
Winds were gusting near 40 MPH. I stood at the bank of windows in the living room watching the dust gather and start to head this way. It was obscuring the sky, the mountain range and the sun. Eeery.........I was transfixed by the sight until I realized all the windows and doors were open.
I sprang into action by closing everything. Tightly. Closing everything helped. Not totally. Today there is a thin layer of grit everywhere. YUK!
Lordy, I hope the locusts don't come next...........
Never once did I pray for rain while living in the tropical Gulf Coast of Texas. It wasn't necessary. Here I've learned to look forward, with gusto, to the rainy season.
All I can say is "BRING IT ON". June can't come soon enough.