I have this thing about wind.
*stage whisper-I do not like it very well.-*
NOT VERY WELL AT ALL.
I know that sometimes we need wind and it can be used for energy etc. etc.
BUT I DON’T LIKE IT VERY WELL.
I am all about its gentler cousin known as a breeze. A nice soft breeze.
You know what I mean?
There is just such a difference in a WIND and a breeze.
Especially a strong, gusty wind or a large, howly wind. I get so tired of them.
It is so annoying to try to hang out laundry when it’s windy. It hits you in the face or twists itself around the clothesline or the clothespins pop off and it falls on the ground.
All the same, it seems so silly to use the dryer when it is 100 degrees and the laundry almost dries itself by the time you can get it wrestled onto the clothesline. I will admit if I know it’s going to be windy, I avoid putting laundry in the washer.
I will also admit that what in the world would we do without weather to discuss, praise, or complain about?! stage whisper*but I still don’t like wind.
It probably doesn’t help that our house that we are blessed to have, is an old farmhouse that sits right in the path of the north wind and consequently, the south wind also. Right in the path.
So, when it is very windy we get dirt in the windows and howls and creaks through all the cracks. That’s another one of my complaints.
Not only do I not like what it does to my laundry, I don’t like listening to it. I would’ve never endured through the dirty thirties. I praise God I did not live then and I have much sympathy for all who did.
I’m also not a big a fan of wind, because it is hard on stuff. I have a white fence in my backyard that I do like really well. Therefore, I was displeased when late summer decided to bring a big storm along with a big wind which promptly blew down a couple of panels of my fence that I like extremely much. Oh, well. I know there are much bigger problems being dealt with the world over. The big storm did also bring some much-needed rain. I liked the rain, but you guessed it, NOT the wind. This particularly bothersome wind also blew our very-much-loved-by-the-children-on-this-farm trampoline into the field beside us. We were quite happy that the trampoline was none the worse for the wear. Probably just dizzy, as it was upside down and in the wrong place.
Wind.
I do not think we will ever have a close relationship. You know how sometimes you just instantly hit it off with someone and it seems like you’ve known them forever? Or sometimes you slowly and consistently form a close friendship? Or sometimes you appreciate things about someone, but just never quite click?
Yeah, I don’t think my relationship with wind will ever grow enough to even make it into the last category.
Cause I just don’t appreciate its obnoxious nature.
Wind ~ Zephyr ~ Blast ~ Gale ~ Gust ~ Tempest ~ Breeze ~ Draft ~ Whirlwind ~ Puff ~
Give me a gentle breeze or an affable zephyr any day!
I’m with ya! I so well remember the year I was 13 and we were in Kansas. My hair did NOT fair well. I grew so tired of worrying about how I was going to keep my hair together!
I agree! A nice, gentle, breeze I love. But wind that howls and drives dirt and cold in the house is not welcome.