I have been so happy to see spring this year for many reasons. It really is a joyous season for me. What I forget is that spring also brings the winds.
Not just a soft breeze to cool me as I clean out the garden. Not just the romantic picture of a gentle wind fluffing my hair in the sun. No. March and April bring sustained 25-35 mph winds with gusts to 50! There is nothing soft or romantic about that!
Nevermind the fact that I would like to have a hair "doo" once in a while. I am really not into spending much time on my appearance. I get "cleaned up" in the morning, and might even brush my hair a time or two during the day, but that's about it. And truth be told, most people in this area all look just like I do in the grocery store. Windblown. Harrassed by the wind.
I will say that I like to listen to it when I'm all snuggly and warm in the house. And I particularly like to listen to it at night, while lying in bed.
When I was reading the other afternoon, I could hear the wind building over about a 45 second span. It got so strong that I just knew something had to give. It was my marble table outside on the deck. It's now in about 10 pieces and we're trying to figure out what to do with the pieces that are left. Bummer.
I guess what irritates me the most is the constancy of it. It wears at you. I think it's crazy making. If I had to live with this kind of wind year round, you would see me on the 6 o'clock news, and it wouldn't be good news! Ha!