It must be the wind's fault. Like the nerve-fraying mistral in the south of France, this peculiar, tornado-strength wind feels all wrong, and others besides me are as edgy as cats on hot tin roofs. We're none of us complete morons, we weren't born yesterday, and we don't mean to rub each other the wrong way, implying, in our casual remarks, one another's ignorance, incompetence or willful thick-headedness. No, we are really individuals of goodwill who want to live in a community of respect. We just need to get through this windy patch.
I tried to upload a video of wind-blown corn but had no success. Instead I'll direct you over to my other blog to see how beautiful one of our neighborhood orchards looked before the wind reached full strength.