“A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache.”
The wind is so strong Gracie and I heard a crash and rushed to find the source. My umbrella had been blown down, and it banged as it hit the deck rail. Come to find out there is a wind advisory, and the winds could be as strong as 55 MPH. I decided my umbrella is probably safest where it is.
Already it is 56° which is almost tropical for this time of year. The sun is bright and the sky perfectly blue. If there were no wind, it would be a lovely deck day, but the wind is so strong the tops of the pine trees are swaying left and right. The bird feeders are swaying like carnival rides, but the birds act as if nothing is happening. The gold finches are back, and the males’ chests are brighter. Yesterday I had a house finch and today a flicker.
I keep stopping to look out the window when I hear the wind. The wild, swooshing sound makes me feel a bit like Dorothy arriving at the house just before the tornado hit. I won’t be surprised to find my yard littered with pine branches. The pine are delicate trees.
I remember walking to or from school when it was windy. We’d face the wind, raise our arms to our sides and let the wind take us. It would go up our sleeves and make our jackets billow. I always felt as if I were flying. We’d laugh the whole time.
When I was young, the weather was rarely a topic of conversation. Snow was all we cared about as it carried the prospect of a snow day. Rain was disappointing as we couldn’t go out and play unless it was a light summer rain. After the rain, though, was always the most fun. Puddles meant slamming your foot in the water and splashing yourself and anyone near you. The wetter we got, the more fun we had. Our feet would slosh in our sneakers and bubbles would come up by our toes. We never cared. Sneakers always dried.
Adulthood has its privileges but much is lost. Puddles are to be avoided. Wet shoes and mud oozing between your toes stop being fun. I never walk bare-footed any more. Sandals are about as close as I get. I’m thinking it’s time again to feel the softness of the grass and the warmth of a puddle left by the summer rain.
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March 8, 2012 at 1:10 pm
We had strong winds here last night and several times it sounded as if a lorry was driving down the road 🙂 With the wind snow came and even if we’ve had above 32F we still have lots of that white garbage left. My dogs love it though so I won’t complain to much 🙂
I always ran and jumped when we had strong winds when I was a kid, 🙂 It felt like the jump went on for ever, especially when I passed a big open football field 🙂 But I never liked wet feet when wearing shoes. So if rain was predicted I always wore my rubber boots.
I still walk barefoot in the grass early mornings 🙂
Have a great day!
Christer.
March 8, 2012 at 7:38 pm
Christer,
We still have those winds. One even know over the umbrels in the table. That’s never happened vefore this.
We had to pass a field on the way home, and it was freezing when the wind blew on winter days. That was frozen to the bone time.
I will start walking barefoot when it gets warmer!
March 8, 2012 at 6:46 pm
The wind has been very strong, about the same as you are experiencing but it has been rainy all day. Today at lunchtime the wind shifted from the South to the North and the temperatures dropped rapidly. The high temperature for the day was in the morning when I went to work and now it has dropped into the 40s.
As a kid I loved the snow, the wind and the heat of summer. We played outside and never cared. Now I wish that we lived even further south so that every day would be sunny and warm. I don’t know of a place that is perfect. Hawaii has great weather but they have volcanos, California has great weather but they have earth quakes.
March 8, 2012 at 7:42 pm
Bob,
Never has the wind knocked over the umbrella which goes throught the hole in the middle of the deck table: it did today. It was a huge bang as the table went over as well. Luckily the glass top did not break.
It is still 51°. Tomorrow will go down to the 40’s, warm for the usual March winter days, but they’re calling it the start of a cold spell.
LIke you, I never cared when I was a kid. Winter has its fun as did summer. I get older and I swear it gets colder!
March 8, 2012 at 7:16 pm
You are pushing old man winter out the door up there. I too loved the feeling of the wind breaker taking on a sail in rough winds. I would stand there and turn around and laugh the whole time. We were more into puddle jumping back then but I’m totally not interested in it today. Home with pain killers today. I threw my back out last night.
March 8, 2012 at 7:43 pm
Z&Me,
I don’t think Old Man Winter made it very far inside this winter. We’ve had only 6 inches of snow all winter.
Nothing worse than a back ache. I know how awful they can be. Despite the 2 surgeries, I still get them though they don’t have me on the couch. Sorry about yours!