Sunday, December 14, 2025
Time: 8:05 AM
Song: Copperline
Artist: James Taylor
Mode of Consumption: Playing on the radio as we were driving to church.
Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/0i1XtQ6hOET96dz5oG45zl?si=a8340c50dd1e4cdb
“You know they don’t call it wind chill, anymore?” Jodi’s mom, Kathy, said this morning. “I don’t remember what they are calling it now, but I saw it on TV the other day. What’s the difference?”
I couldn’t answer, since I didn’t know there’d been a change. I was pretty sure that I had just heard a radio forecast that used “wind chill” on a number of occasions as today and tomorrow are supposed to be days when the wind chill pushes the temperature well below zero.
It’s sunny today, but cold. The wind, itself, really wasn’t bad, but the air was cold and dry.
Later in the afternoon, I walk the dog around the pasture, thinking with the sun and the exertion from walking through the snow, I was actually a little warm under my overalls. My face was cold though.
Millie, our dog, didn’t seem to notice much either way. She ran smooth through the snow, stopping to sniff here and there. It wasn’t until we were finished, and I sat on our porch steps, that she showed a few signs of noticing the cold. She remedied that by scooting her backend closer to me, and making sure I kept my gloved hands rubbing her fur.
The forecast is calling for temperatures in the 40s by the end of the week, which will be about 50 degrees warmer than points we saw today. The warmer temperatures will likely melt most of the snow that’s covered the ground the last few weeks, risking one of the first chances for a white Christmas in years.
I rather it remains cold enough to keep the snow until winter was ready to be over. When you live in the country, melting snow just means dealing with mud for longer. Who knows? Maybe the wind will chill things down enough.
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