I read such a nice posting over at atelier.
What was it like when we didn't have weather forecasts
and one just woke up in the morning and faced the sky
and looked and listened for what the weather would be
like that day?
and it reminded me of an email I sent to some friends last year.
You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.
Subterranean Homesick Blues
Can you remember the days when we did not have radio weather reports every hour? In some ways it was better. We enjoyed the sun when it shone, and went our heedless way on picnics. Now we hover. If rain is predicted, we rush out and cover the chaise longue, move things in. Fly with laundry. Then maybe the report is wrong and the sky is blue as willowware platters the rest of the day.
Suppose the radio predicted our personal fortunes in the same way! Who could iron with a calm mind on Monday knowing that on Tuesday she would come down with a virus! Of course, you could get ready–do odd jobs rapidly. But on the whole, the future is better as a closed book of which we take one page at a time.
Stillmeadow and Sugarbridge