Channeling Weather

I miss our weekends at the cabin especially in autumn when the colors of the maples and birch and oaks turn vibrant. I even miss north wood nights that dip below freezing, carrying the promise of an early snow.

For now the entire acreage, including the cabin, remains under water. And it has shifted into a long game of wait and see.



Channeling Weather


At the cabin no TV, no internet to batter my brain with highs and lows or isobar maps. Instead, I gather Northern Lights beneath the Big Dipper, wait for weeping skies to wash my hair, play kickball with the wind, knit October sunshine into December mittens, jumprope with willows, and filter fog through my fingers while you consult an iPhone app to tell my vanishing back "It's sleeting!" as slush pings against the panes, and me already outside, sampling snow cones on the fly.



Marilyn Aschoff Mellor