Mineral Wells Index
By Guinn Sweet | email@example.com
“The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth (John 3:8, KJV).
The wild winds of this past week have restored to memory my up-bringing in Eastern New Mexico. When we first moved to New Mexico, in the winter of 1930, there was not much to do except watch the wind blow. Lots of interesting stuff blew by our windows, but since it was the “year of the tumbleweed,” I think most of what blew by was either tangled with, wrapped around or somehow involved with tumbleweeds.
For the uninformed reader, these weeds were huge, spiny growths, at least a yard in diameter, which, after dying became uprooted in a high wind and began rolling or tumbling in whichever direction the wind took them.
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