All the Weather Feels

January 21, 2017

We are addicted to the weather here.

Not the everyday weather – but the crazy stuff.

Last year El Paso had nine inches of snow and I honestly thought my head was going to explode waiting for it to happen.

This year we haven’t had any and I am so sad over that. I never liked the constant cold of Colorado, but I do love a good snow or two and El Paso has had that almost every winter of the six we’ve been here. It’s not over yet, but it doesn’t stay cold much longer.

Most of our days are sunny and nice. There are several months with a lot of wind, but coming from our town in Colorado, we were already used to that. So weather, for the most part, is the same.

And then suddenly it isn’t.

Like any desert, we tend to have extremes of things. We have flash flooding, high winds (currently we’re at 60mph gusts with a real feel of 30*), about once a year or so we get snow, massive thunder and lightning storms, hail, and dust clouds.

Both Sam and I find the different weather incredibly exciting. I remember the first year we lived here, the skies unleashed a torrent of rain, hail and thunder; so much I thought it might cave the skylights in. We stood by Bella’s room (who slept through it all) hugging and wondering how long it would last. Many nights I’ve walked outside to watch the water pour off our roof and flood the backyard. One of our favorite things is to check our weather apps to see what’s coming, and both of us have the alerts on for when severe weather hits. We’ve gotten so excited over it that even Bella’s been caught up in it, which has led to many discussions of how seasons/clouds/wind/snow/etc work.

When we moved here, I thought we would never have real weather again. It would be 105* everyday (and it did feel like that for a while). That was it. I was quickly proved wrong as that Christmas we headed out-of-town to Carlsbad and almost didn’t make it back because of the snow.

So tonight I sit at my kitchen table, window to my back as I hear the wind howl around me. The sand and rain whip against the house. The fire is on and the girls are tucked in with an extra blanket. Tomorrow will be beautiful again, but there’s something about this wild, slightly dangerous weather that makes me feel – a little more alive.

3 Comments

  • Tanya Redfield

    January 22, 2017 at 7:56 pm

    I like sunny and 80, but if it can’t be that then I want something exciting. If it can’t be a perfect summer day I love a good thunderstorm, tornado…In the distance in an empty field….Or Blizzard. Not a fan of winter in general but love when it stops life and we can do nothing with no guilt…..

  • Momma To Go

    January 22, 2017 at 5:01 am

    That is so crazy I would have thought El Paso was just hot all year!

  • inbetweenthepiles

    January 21, 2017 at 10:26 pm

    Love. I also enjoyed the weather of the SW – I never realized it could be unpredictable until I moved there. I also had no idea that Phoenix experienced humidity…say what?! I’m enjoying being back in an area with 4 full on seasons (with a little more in the winter season…), but I miss the SW and its torrential downpours and Haboobs. 🙂

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