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Wednesday, October 27, 2010

I'm Blaming It on the Wind

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.


Dawn said...

beautiful! Windy here too...kind of creepy outside in the dark as I wait for the dog to hurry up and do her thing.

P. J. Grath said...

Thursday morning here now as I read your comment, Dawn. Wind blew all night long. Still blowing. I do not ever want to sail around the world! I've had enough of wind.